I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.
Tis a rule of manners to avoid exaggeration.
Science finds it methods.
He needs no library, for he has not done thinking; no church, for he is himself a prophet; no statute book, for he hath the Lawgiver; no money, for he is value itself; no road, for he is at home where he is.
The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.
Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it