There are so many ready to write (poor fools!) for the honor and glory of the thing, and there are so many ready to take advantage of this fact, and withhold from needy talent the moral right to a deserved remuneration.

How strong sometimes is weakness!

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.

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

To the Pilgrim Mothers, who not only had their full share of the hardships and privations of pioneer life but also had the Pilgrim Fathers to endure.

adversity is so rough a teacher!