Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.
We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.
Cruelty is the highest pleasure to the cruel man; it is his love.
The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.
Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.
We talk on principal, but act on motivation.