Politics make strange bedfellows.

The chief effect of talk on any subject is to strengthen one's own opinions, and, in fact, one never knows exactly what he does believe until he is warmed into conviction by the heat of attack and defence.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.

There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.