The sweetest music is not in the oratorio, but in the human voice when it speaks from its instant life tones of tenderness, truth, or courage.

It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.

If we live truly, we shall see truly. It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak.

All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle.

It is for want of self-culture that the superstition of Travelling, whose idols are Italy, England, Egypt, retains its fascinationfor all educated Americans.

And in cases where profound conviction has been wrought, the eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker, but who is inwardly drunk with a certain belief. It agitates and tears him, and perhaps almost bereaves him of the power of articulation.