People who write finely must not expect to be left in repose; they will be molested with thanks, at least.

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar, unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.