Fear is cruel and mean.

Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

Higher than the question of our duration is the question of our deserving. Immortality will come to such as are fit for it, and he would be a great soul in future must be a great soul now.

If the East loves infinity, the West delights in boundaries.

Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things.