Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

Idleness induces caprice.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.