I know a good woman who thinks that her son lost his life because he took to drinking water only.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose.

Morning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man's morning work in this world?

The only way to tell the truth is to speak with kindness. Only the words of a loving man can be heard.

But the divinest poem, or the life of a great man, is the severest satire.... The greater the genius, the keener the edge of the satire.

The customs of some savage nations might, perchance, be profitably imitated by us, for they at least go through the semblance of casting their slough annually; they have the idea of the thing, whether they have the reality or not.