The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
adversity is so rough a teacher!
One person is as good as another in New England, and better, too.
Blessed be sleep! We are all young then; we are all happy. Then our dead are living.
Every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son.
Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.