Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.

There are errors which no wise man will treat with rudeness while there is a probability that they may be the refraction of some great truth still below the horizon.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

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.

Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.