We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
A babe is fed with milk and praise.
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think.
I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.
Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.