A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

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