Macaulay is well for awhile, but one wouldn't live under Niagara.
May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.
The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.
Without kindness there can be no true joy.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
The person who cannot laugh is not only ready for treason, and deceptions, their whole life is already a treason and deception.