I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

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

A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.

History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription molders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion.

It is the divine attribute of the imagination, that it is irrepressible, unconfinable; that when the real world is shut out, it can create a world for itself, and with a necromantic power can conjure up glorious shapes and forms, and brilliant visions to make solitude populous, and irradiate the gloom of a dungeon.

The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.