I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

The busy have no time for tears.