Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!
All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.
Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.
Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.