The eye is the painter and the ear the singer.

Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.

Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers. Christian Bovee A little praise Goes a great ways.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.

We acquire the strength we have overcome.

The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.

The narrow sectarian cannot read astronomy with impunity. The creeds of his church shrivel like dried leaves at the door of the observatory.