Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.

We over-estimate the conscience of our friend. His goodness seems better than our goodness, his nature finer, his temptations less. Everything that is his,--his name, his form, his dress, books, and instruments,--fancy enhances. Our own thought sounds new and larger from his mouth.

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

Of course, he who has put forth his total strength in fit actions, has the richest return of wisdom.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think.

There is always a best way of doing everything, if it be to boil an egg. Manners are the happy ways of doing things.