Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we find tragedy and moaning women, and hard-eyed husbands.

The light by which we see in this world comes out from the soul of the observer. Wherever any noble sentiment dwelt, it made the faces and houses around to shine. Nay, the powers of this busy brain are miraculous and illimitable.

The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life.

When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.

The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.

Do what you know and perception is converted into character.