I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.

I am in love with this green Earth.

The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.