The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes; A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.

many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.

Nobody ought to be too old to improve: I should be sorry if I was; and I flatter myself I have already improved considerably by my travels. First, I can swallow gruel soup, egg soup, and all manner of soups, without making faces much. Secondly, I can pretty well live without tea.

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

if an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.

Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy.