It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.
Folks never understand the folks they hate.
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.
Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.
The one thing finished in this hasty world.
Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.