There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such.

I am persuaded that the greater part of our complaints arise from want of exercise.

It is the fine rain that soaks us through.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

there are some people who never acknowledge themselves in the wrong; God help them!

Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.

It is freezing fit to split a stone.