After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

Ignorance is the mother of suspicion.

Ah, could the soul, like the body, have a mirror! It has,--a friend.

Polite beggary is too common.

A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one.

Willmott, the English essayist, says poetry is the natural religion of literature.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.