Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.

College mostly makes people like bladders-just good for nothing but t'hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.

Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans - which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambesi.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.

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