I profess not to know how women’s hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.
Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe, and, like a reasonable man and an excellent father, let her have her way in everything.
…ducks and geese are foolish things, and must be looked after, but girls can take care of themselves.
To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.
For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is just as valuable to me as a hero of history that existed a thousand years ago.
Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.
There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.
The only happy author in this world is he who is below the care of reputation.
Great minds have purpose, others have wishes. Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortunes; but great minds rise above them.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.
He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
The scholar only knows how dear these silent, yet eloquent, companions of pure thoughts and innocent hours become in the season of adversity. When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only retain their steady value.
My object is merely to give the reader a general introduction into an abode where, if so disposed, he may linger and loiter with me day by day until we gradually become familiar with all its localities.
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.
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
No! no! My engagement is with no bride–the worms! the worms expect me! I am a dead man–I have been slain by robbers–my body lies at Wurtzburg–at midnight I am to be buried–the grave is waiting for me–I must keep my appointment!
How easy is it for one benevolent being to diffuse pleasure around him, and how truly is a kind heart a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity to freshen into smiles.
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.
Some minds seem almost to create themselves springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.
There is a certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse as I have found in traveling in a stagecoach it is often a comfort to shift one’s position and be bruised in a new place.
There is a certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse as I have found in travelling in a stagecoach that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position and be bruised in a new place.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief. . . and unspeakable love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection and will in turn be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.
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.
Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune but great minds rise above it.
The almighty dollar that great object of universal devotion throughout our land seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.
Here’s to your good health and your family’s good health and may you all live long and prosper.
There is in every true woman’s heart a spark of heavenly fire which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories.
Young lawyers attend the courts, not because they have business there, but because they have no business.
Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.
The natural principle of war is to do the most harm to our enemy with the least harm to ourselves and this of course is to be effected by stratagem.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
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.
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without; and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty.
One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune but great minds rise above them.
The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.
There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother’s love endures through all.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs? No – no, your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears.