Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.

Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he ... remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.