A day is a miniature eternity.

I have never met a man who was not my superior in some particular.

People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon, and the rounding mind's eye which makes this or that man a type or representative of humanity with the name of hero or saint.

The art of conversation, or the qualification for a good companion, is a certain self-control, which now holds the subject, now lets it go, with a respect for the emergencies of the moment.

Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Eloquence must be grounded on the plainest narrative.