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

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.

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.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.