There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

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

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.