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

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.

Plain women he regarded as he did the other severe facts of life, to be faced with philosophy and investigated by science.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.

That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.