An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

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

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself.

To carry feelings of childhood into the powers of adulthood, to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances which every day for years has rendered familiar, this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish it from talent.