Very few men acquire wealth in such a manner as to receive pleasure from it.

Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.

Many men are stored full of unused knowledge. Like loaded guns that are never fired off, or military magazines in times of peace, they are stuffed with useless ammunition.

Expedients are for an hour, but principles are for the ages. Just because the rains descend and winds blow, we cannot afford to build on shifting sands.

Love is God's loaf; and this is that feeding for which we are taught to pray, "Give us this day our daily bread."

Women are a new race, recreated since the world received Christianity.