If in argument we can make a man angry with us, we have drawn him from his vantage ground and overcome him.

The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.

The religion of Christ is peace and good-will,--the religion of Christendom is war and ill-will.

Many love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glistened and hath gone.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.

No truer word, save God's, was ever spoken, Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.