The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different.

Isolation breeds conceit.

Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

The world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.

Women are not as sentimental as men, and are not so easily touched with the unspoken poetry of nature, being less poetical, and having less imagination; they are more fitted for practical affairs, and would make fewer failures in business.

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.

We are half ruined by conformity, but we should be wholly ruined without it.