A fastidious taste is like a squeamish appetite; the one has its origin in some disease of the mind, as the other has in some ailment of the stomach.

That charity is bad which takes from independence its proper pride, from mendicity its salutary shame.

A wise judge, by the craft of the law, was never seduced from its purpose.

And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win. "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory."

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!

The true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.