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

God'll send the bill to you.

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

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.