Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.

Gratitude is a nice touch of beauty added last of all to the countenance. Giving a classic beauty, an angelic loveliness, to the character.

Politics is the science of urgencies.

Outward judgment often fails, inward judgment never.

Cities have always been the fireplaces of civilization, whence light and heat radiated out into the dark.

What a joy is there in a good book, writ by some great master of thought, who breaks into beauty as in summer the meadow into grass and dandelions and violets, with geraniums and manifold sweetness.

Truth stood on one side and Ease on the other; it has often been so.