It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
If my heart were not light, I would die.
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.
I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.