Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

It is a fact capable of amiable interpretation that ladies are not the worst disposed towards a new acquaintance of their own sex, because she has points of inferiority.

I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way; it had better ha been left to the men.

No man can be wise on an empty stomach.