There are few sensations more painful, than, in the midst of deep grief, to know that the season which we have always associated with mirth and rejoicing is at hand.

Those who cannot think, have, in my opinion, a necessity (which goes very far towards creating a right) for amusement.

Americans have two ardent passions; the love of liberty, and love of distinction.

Next to genius is the power of feeling where true genius lies.

It requires but a few threads of hope, for the heart that is skilled in the secret, to weave a web of happiness.

Why is it that water, so monotonous in its characteristics, should nevertheless possess a charm for every mind? I believe it is chiefly because it bears the impress of the Creator, which we feel neither the power of time or of man can efface or alter.

This is a speculating and selfish age; and to think 'money will answer all things,' is too much the characteristic of Americans.