His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, to hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time.

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

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

All God's angels come to us disguised.