No man knows what the wife of his bosom is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.

Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!

I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them.

One point is certain, that truth is one and immutable; until the jurors all agree, they cannot all be right.

The literary world is made up of little confederacies, each looking upon its own members as the lights of the universe; and considering all others as mere transient meteors, doomed to soon fall and be forgotten, while its own luminaries are to shine steadily into immortality.

The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision.

Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.