Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.

I like children; I like 'em, and I respect 'em. Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is in the world is done by them.

Stillness of person and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.