I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.

In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

A common fallacy: to imagine a measure will be easy because we have private motives for desiring it.

A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.

I protest against any absolute conclusion.

We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.