There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.
I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God's making it in reality.
Not yet hardened, many young die good.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!
It is very singular how the fact of a man's death often seems to give people a truer idea of his character, whether for good or evil, than they have ever possessed while he was living and acting among them.