Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.

Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness,-an illness given by the hand of man!

Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.