... an inaccurate use of words produces such a strange confusion in all reasoning, that in the heat of debate, the combatants, unable to distinguish their friends from their foes, fall promiscuously on both.

I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small gay things, that bloom and please and fade and wither and are gone and we care not for them, are refreshing interests, in life, and if we cannot say never fading pleasures, we may say unreproved pleasures and never grieving losses.

Justice satisfies everybody.

half the good intentions of my life have been frustrated by my unfortunate habit of putting things off till to-morrow.

when driven to the necessity of explaining, I found that I did not myself understand what I meant.

Promises are dangerous things to ask or to give.

Illness was a sort of occupation to me, and I was always sorry to get well.