Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds.

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

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

A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.

I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!

Life is a breathing-space between two eternities, a holiday with appalling realities behind and before.

Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.