Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

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

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.