Leisure is gone,--gone where the spinning-wheels are gone, and the pack-horses, and the slow wagons, and the peddlers, who brought bargains to the door on sunny afternoons.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

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

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.