It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.
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.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel.
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.