Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

It is the way with half the truth amidst which we live, that it only haunts us and makes dull pulsations that are never born into sound.

... one always believes one's own town to be more stupid than any other.

If a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.

Don't seem to he on the lookout for crows, else you'll set other people watching.