Now comes the mystery.

A little library, growing every year, is an honorable part of a man’s history. It is a man’s duty to have books.

In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes us flat to the ground.

The thistle is a prince. Let any man that has an eye for beauty take a view of the whole plant, and where will he see a more expressive grace and symmetry; and where is there a more kingly flower?

When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.

Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.