Pity that gold should always bring with it the canker - covetousness.

Blessed be sleep! We are all young then; we are all happy. Then our dead are living.

I hate the word proper. If you tell me a thing is not proper, I immediately feel the most rabid desire to go 'neck and heels' into it.

Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.

Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.

Pity that gold should always bring with it the canker - covetousness.

Never ask a favor until you are drawing your last breath; and never forget one.