He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt. The most sparkling and pointed flame of wit flickers and expires against the incombustible walls of her sanctuary.

God made the rose out of what was left of woman at the creation. The great difference is, we feel the rose's thorns when we gather it; and the other's when we have had it for some time.

What is reading but silent conversation?

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

Next in criminality to him who violates the laws of his country, is he who violates the language.

Teach him to live unto God and unto thee; and he will discover that women, like the plants in woods, derive their softness and tenderness from the shade.