Bustle, Sophronia, is not industry, as you very well know; people flutter and bustle about like a hen raising ducks, and then complain that their work has killed them, when it was the fuss that was the killing cause.

Every home has its influences, for good or evil, upon humanity at large.

human honesty has its varieties; so does human ignorance.

it is always easier to see the beginning from the end, than the end from the beginning.

simplicity is a thing beautiful in itself, like clear light.

Good manners are not bred in moments, but in years.

Books form in us habits of thought which shall live forever with us.