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.

If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not.

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

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

There are those who say that trees shade the garden too much, and interfere with the growth of the vegetables. There may be something in this:but when I go down the potato rows, the rays of the sun glancing upon my shining blade, the sweat pouring down my face, I should be grateful for shade.

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

A woman set on anything will walk right through the moral crockery without wincing.