Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.

You want to hate somebody, if you can, just to keep your powers of discrimination bright, and to save yourself from becoming a mere mush of good-nature.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.