There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven.

Washington, in fact, had very little private life, but was eminently a public character.

Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.

The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.

Speculation is the romance of trade, and casts contempt upon on all its sober realities. It renders the stock-jobber a magician, and the exchange a region of enchantment.

Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.