Folks never understand the folks they hate.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm, eloquence produces conviction for the moment; but it is only by truth to Nature and the everlasting institutions of mankind that those abiding influences are won that enlarge from generation to generation.

Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.