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.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

Fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.

Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.