A friendship formed in childhood, in youth,--by happy accident at any stage of rising manhood,--becomes the genius that rules the rest of life.

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.

None can teach admirably if not loving his task.

Anger is the resentment of the animal, and gentle blood alone makes the gentleman.

Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly.

Would Shakespeare and Raleigh have done their best, would that galaxy have shone so bright in the heavens had there been no Elizabeth on the throne?

Easy come, easy go... "Achieve-everything-while-doing-nothing" schemes don't work, they are just not logical