The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.
Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours.
Women singly do a good deal of harm. Women in bulk are chastening.
When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.
We do not mind our not arriving anywhere nearly so much as our not having any company on the way.
Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.