Talk about it as much as you like,—one's breeding shows itself nowhere more than in his religion. - Oliver Wendell Holmes

And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound.

Everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all.

But to radiate the heat of the affections into a clod, which absorbs all that is poured into it, but never warms beneath the sunshine of smiles or the pressure of hand or lip,—this is the great martyrdom of sensitive beings,—most of all in that perpetual auto da fé where young womanhood is the sacrifice.