Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.

Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

Education is an asset no man can take away.

The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.

Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.

Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.