The essence of humor is sensibility; warm, tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence.

Rest is for the dead.

No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.

A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men.

Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.