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.

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

See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.

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.

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

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.