We know that madness belongs to love,--what power to paint a vile object in hues of heaven.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.

The new statement is always hated by the old, and, to those dwelling in the old, comes like an abyss of skepticism.

The common experience is, that the man fits himself as well as he can to the customary details of that work or trade he falls into, and tends it as a dog turns a spit. Then he is part of the machine he moves; the man is lost.

Homeopathy is insignificant as an act of healing, but of great value as criticism on the hygeia or medical practice of the time.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

The orator is thereby an orator that keeps his feet ever on a fact.