We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.

Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song.

The borrower runs in his own debt.

The Yankee is one who, if he once gets his teeth set on a thing, all creation can't make him let go.

Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.