A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.
That best academy, a mother's knee.
The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.