Into the space of one little hour sins enough may be conjured up by evil tongues to blast the fame of a whole life of virtue.
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England.
After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without...
It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man.
Over no nation does the press hold a more absolute control than over the people of America, for the universal education of the poorest classes makes every individual a reader.
Wit, after all, is a mighty tart, pungent ingredient, and much too acid for some stomachs; but honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting.
Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.
What earnest worker, with hand and brain for the benefit of his fellowmen, could desire a more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than the monument of a tree, ever growing, ever blooming, and ever bearing wholesome fruit?
The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.
Too young for woe, though not for tears.
It is worthy to note, that the early popularity of Washington was not the result of brilliant achievement nor signal success; on the contrary, it rose among trials and reverses, and may almost be said to have been the fruit of defeat.
It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.
He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts. He selects that language which will convey his ideas in the most explicit and direct manner.
The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion.
There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.
Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
The Indians with surprise found the mouldering trees of their forests suddenly teeming with ambrosial sweet; and nothing, I am told, can exceed the greedy relish with which they banquet for the first time upon this unbought luxury of the wilderness.
The very difference of character in marriage produces a harmonious combination.
It was Shakespeare’s notion that on this day birds begin to couple; hence probably arose the custom of sending fancy love-billets.
There is a majestic grandeur in tranquillity.