When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

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

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.

I like to read about Moses best, in th' Old Testament. He carried a hard business well through, and died when other folks were going to reap the fruits; a man must have courage to look after his life so, and think what'll come f it after he's dead and gone.

Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant's bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.