Thus men will lie on their backs, talking about the fall of man, and never make an effort to get up.

He who walks alone, waits for no-one.

In a thousand apparently humble ways men busy themselves to make some right take the place of some wrong,--if it is only to make abetter paste blacking,--and they are themselves so much the better morally for it.

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

A true Friendship is as wise as it is tender. The parties to it yield implicitly to the guidance of their love, and know no otherlaw nor kindness.

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps.

As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.