What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.

It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crops

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

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