Nature is a frugal mother, and never gives without measure. When she has work to do, she qualifies men for that and sends them equipped.

Or whipping its rough surface for a trout.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.

The finest poems of the world have been expedients to get bread.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

Men over forty are no judges of a book written in a new spirit.

Traveling is a fool's paradise.