Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.

Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.

What is one man's gain is another's loss.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.

The most happy marriage I can picture or imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

That only can with propriety be styled refinement which, by strengthening the intellect, purifies the manners.