It is so wonderful to our neurologists that a man can see without his eyes, that it does not occur to them that is just as wonderful that he should see with them; and that is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual, the wise man wonders at the usual.

The wise man, the true friend, the finished character, we seek everywhere, and only find in fragments.

America is another name for opportunity.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed.

As long as our people quote English standards they dwarf their own proportions.

Things have their laws as well as men, and things refuse to be trifled with.

We live ruins amid ruins.