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

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

they who are not fastidious as to the means, seldom fail of securing the result they aim at.

Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!

Every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son.

You are taken sick; you send for a physician; he comes in, stays ten minutes, prescribes for you a healing medicine, and charges you three or four dollars. You call this 'extortionate' - forgetting the medical books he must have waded through, the revolting dissections he must have witnessed and participated in, and the medical lectures he must have digested, to have enabled him to pronounce on your case so summarily and satisfactorily.

Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.