Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.

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

And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.

Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.

They who drink beer will think beer.

For what is history, but... huge libel on human nature, to which we industriously add page after page, volume after volume, as if we were holding up a monument to the honor, rather than the infamy of our species.