Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.
Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.
A man never has good luck who has a bad wife.
It is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.