C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
James Fenimore Cooper
A soul,—a spark of the never-dying flame that separates man from all the other beings of earth.
Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.
Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.
Hope is the most treacherous of all human fancies.
No star seemed less than what science has taught us that it is.
Superstition is a quality that seems indigenous to the ocean.
The sun had not risen, but the vault of heaven was rich with the winning softness that “brings and shuts the day,” while the whole air was filled with the carols of birds, the hymns of the feathered tribe.
This is grand! ’tis solemn! ’tis an education of itself to look upon.