What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.

Comparative criticism teaches us that moral and aesthetic defects are more nearly related than is commonly supposed.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.

Not a change for the better in our human housekeeping has ever taken place that wise and good men have not opposed it-have not prophesied that the world would wake up to find its throat cut in consequence.

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