Almost all wild apples are handsome. They cannot be too gnarly and crabbed and rusty to look at. The gnarliest will have some redeeming traits even to the eye.

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.

Humor, however broad and genial, takes a narrower view than enthusiasm.

Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?

Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God.

One cannot too soon forget his errors and misdemeanors. To dwell long upon them is to add to the offense.