Them as ha' never had a cushion don't miss it.

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.

Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?

I've been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward-it's not what people are used to-it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.