A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.
Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
Concentration is the secret of srength.
The Good Spirit never cared for the colleges, and though all men and boys were now drilled in Greek, Latin, and Mathematics, it had quite left these shells high on the beach, and was creating and feeding other matters [science] at other ends of the world.