How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

Education is an asset no man can take away.

I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.