Folks never understand the folks they hate.

Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

That best academy, a mother's knee.

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

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold... 'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.