The well of true wit is truth itself.
The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harsher blows, make acute and balanced observers.