Many argue; not many converse.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.

You may try your experiment for a week and see how you like it. I think by Saturday night you will find that all play and no work is as bad as all work and no play

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.

…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.