It is in the nature of foolish reasonings to seem good to the foolish reasoner.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

Better a false belief than no belief at all.

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.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.