Who loses a day loses life.

Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.

Marriage is the perfection which love aimed at, ignorant of what it sought.

Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought; for causes which are unpenetrated.

It now appears that the negro race is, more than any other, susceptible of rapid civilization. The emancipation is observed, in the islands, to have wrought for the negro a benefit as sudden as when a thermometer is brought out of the shade into the sun. It has given him eyes and ears.

Eloquence is the power to translate a truth into language perfectly intelligible to the person to whom you speak.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.