I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share.

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due?

That is the stimulus of nature; it is never, never old, and always developing. Even the scarred, wrinkled earth herself is a mere infant among the old ladies and gentlemen that tread foot-paths in the sky.

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

what's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy.