The world loves a spice of wickedness.
We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.
Today is the blocks with which we build.
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.