An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.

Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.