Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill, the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you nave gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths--not until then can you know what love is.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.

Expedients are for the hour, but principles are for the ages.