Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.

Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?

A woman should always challenge our respect, and never move our compassion.

A garden is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coat-skirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg , and his whole body to irresistible destruction.

Perhaps it is the lowest of the qualities of an orator, but it is, on so many occasions, of chief importance,--a certain robust and radiant physical health; or--shall I say?--great volumes of animal heat.

What is civilization? I answer, the power of good women.