Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.
Christian Nestell BoveeThe most brilliant flashes of wit come from a clouded mind, as lightning leaps only from an obscure firmament.
Christian Nestell BoveeMost books fail, not so much from a want of ability in their authors, as from an absence in their productions of a thorough development of their ability.
Christian Nestell BoveeA mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God gives us.
Christian Nestell Bovee