Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue.

One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.

It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.

Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.

When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?

The best advice on the art of being happy is about as easy to follow as advice to be well when one is sick.