The gift without the giver is rare.
Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.
No man, I suspect, ever lived long in the country without being bitten by these meteorological ambitions. He likes to be hotter and colder, to have been more deeply snowed up, to have more trees and larger blown down than his neighbors.
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.
God'll send the bill to you.
Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.