We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

I am not imposed upon by fine words; I can see what actions mean.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.