Children are born optimists and we slowly educate them out of their heresy

The hand betrays the heart.

The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.

Very few can be trusted with an education.

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.

Life is legal tender, and individual character stamps its value. We are from a thousand mints, and all genuine. Despite our infinitely diverse appraisements, we make change for one another. So many ideals planted are worth the great gold of Socrates; so many impious laws broken are worth John Brown.

No pleasure or success in life quite meets the capacity of our hearts. We take in our good things with enthusiasm, and think ourselves happy and satisfied; but afterward, when the froth and foam have subsided, we discover that the goblet is not more than half-filled with the golden liquid that was poured into it.