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

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

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground-floor. But if a man hasn't got plenty of good common sense, the more science he has, the worse for his patient.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library,'The medicines of the soul.

I would never use a long word, even, where a short one would answer the purpose.