At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.

To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

The grandest of all laws is the law of progressive development. Under it, in the wide sweep of things, men grow wiser as they grow older, and societies better.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.