The men are mostly so slow, their thoughts overrun 'em, an' they can only catch 'em by the tail. I can count a stocking-top while a man's getting's tongue ready; an' when he outs wi' his speech at last, there's little broth to be made on't. It's your dead chicks take the longest hatchin'.

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.