Edwin Percy Whipple (March 8, 1819 – June 16, 1886)[1] was an American essayist and critic. (wikipedia)
Cheerfulness in most cheerful people, is the rich and satisfying result of strenuous discipline
Knowledge, like religion, must be ''experienced'' in order to be known.
An epigram often flashes light into regions where reason shines but dimly
Felicity, not fluency of language, is a merit
Of the three prerequisites of genius; the first is soul; the second is soul; and the third is soul.
The wise men of old have sent most of their morality down the stream of time in the light skiff of apothegm and epigram
In activity we must find our joy as well as glory; and labor, like everything else that is good, is its own reward.
Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time
Irony is an insult conveyed in the form of a compliment
