Redundancy of language is never found with deep reflection. Verbiage may indicate observation, but not thinking. He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.

To occupy an inch of dusty shelf-to have the title of their works read now and then in a future age by some drowsy churchman or casual straggler, and in another age to be lost, even to remembrance. Such is the amount of boasted immortality.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

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

It's a fair wind that blew men to ale.