Any relations in a social order will endure, if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy which qualifies life for immortality.

Love and hate have a magical transforming power. They are the great soul changers. We grow through their exercise into the likeness of what we contemplate.

When steam first began to pump and wheels go round at so many revolutions per minute, what are called business habits were intended to make the life of man run in harmony with the steam engine, and his movement rival the train in punctuality.

It is true the orator may make a myriad replica of his own passion out of those who listen to him. But that does not prove he is right or they are not fools.

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.