May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

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.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.

Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

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