Mother's love grows by giving.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

Coleridge declares that a man cannot have a good conscience who refuses apple dumplings, and I confess that I am of the same opinion.

In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding.

I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.

In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.