Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

…she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are born under a lucky star.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

Do the things you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know.

Many argue; not many converse.

Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.