In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

I am in love with the green earth.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.