Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.

Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.

The possession of gold has ruined fewer men than the lack of it. What noble enterprises have been checked and what fine souls have been blighted in the gloom of poverty the world will never know.