To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

Many make the household but only one the home.

The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather; to the wise man it is the desired port where he moors his bark gladly, as in some quiet haven of the Fortunate Isles; it is the golden west into which his sun sinks, and, sinking, casts back a glory upon the leaden cloud-tack which had darkly besieged his day.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

The better part of every man's education is that which he gives himself.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.