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.

Perhaps nobody ever accomplishes all that he feels lies in him to do; but nearly every one who tries his power touches the walls of his being.

The world so quickly adjusts itself after any loss, that the return of the departed would nearly always throw it, even the circle most interested, into confusion.

Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

How many wars have been caused by fits of indigestion, and how many more dynasties have been upset by the love of woman than by the hate of man?

Nothing is worth reading that does not require an alert mind.