Though we love goodness and not stealing, yet also we love freedom and not preaching.

Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.

After thirty, a man wakes up sad every morning, excepting perhaps five or six, until the day of his death.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is not the love of much wheat, and wool and household stuff. It is the means of freedom and benefit.

We stand against fate, as children stand up against the wall in their father's house, and notch their height from year to year. But when the boy grows to a man, and is master of the house, he pulls down that wall and builds it new and bigger.

The pleasure of eloquence is in greatest part owing often to the stimulus of the occasion which produces it- - to the magic of sympathy, which exalts the feeling of each by radiating on him the feeling of all.

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn