Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.

This is a puzzling world, and Old Harry's got a finger in it.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

Affection is the broadest basis of a good life.

A woman dictates before marriage in order that she may have an appetite for submission afterwards.

I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.