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

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

He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

The Englishman is too apt to neglect the present good in preparing against the possible evil.

An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.

Small minds are subdued by misfortunes, greater minds overcome them.