Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young, the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust-trees were in bloom, and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above, it was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it chopping. . . you'd see the ax flash and come down-you don't hear nothing; you see the ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head then you hear the k'chunk!-it had took all that time to come over the water.

Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to-both have their advantages, heaven for the climate, hell for the company!

The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.

Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.