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

Men strengthen each other in their faults. Those who are alike associate together, repeat the things which all believe, defend and stimulate their common faults of disposition, and each one receives from the others a reflection of his own egotism.

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

The beginnings of moral enterprises in this world are never to be measured by any apparent growth. ... At length comes the sudden ripeness and the full success, and he who is called in at the final moment deems this success his own. He is but the reaper and not the labourer. Other men sowed and tilled and he but enters into their labours.

Every man should keep a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.

Never forget what a person says to you when they are angry.