The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.

There are some weaknesses that are peculiar and distinctive to generous characters, as freckles are to a fair skin.

There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

We should round every day of stirring action with an evening of thought. We learn nothing of our experience except we muse upon it.

Pure motives do not insure perfect results.