Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.
The highest law gives a thing to him who can use it.
I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.
You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.
"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."