After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

A knowledge that another has felt as we have felt, and seen things not much otherwise than we have seen them, will continue to the end to be one of life's choicest blessings.

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue?