The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

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.

[I]n the gloomy month of February.... The Deserts of Arabia are not more dreary and inhospitable than the streets of London at such a time.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

No man is so methodical as a complete idler, and none so scrupulous in measuring out his time as he whose time is worth nothing.

After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without; and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty.