The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder.

Do not tell me of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent, I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong

Money is the representative of a certain quantity of corn or other commodity. It is so much warmth, so much bread.

When the literary class betray a destitution of faith, it is not strange that society should be disheartened and sensualized by unbelief.

The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary.

The secret of success in society is a certain heartiness and sympathy.

In the highest civilization, the book is still the highest delight. He who has once known its satisfactions is provided with a resource against calamity.