Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning too.

He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

Some persons have contended that mathematics ought to be taught by making the illustrations obvious to the senses. Nothing can be more absurd or injurious: it ought to be our never-ceasing effort to make people think, not feel.