there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.
I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket.
I very much wish that some day or other you may have time to learn Greek, because that language is an idea. Even a little of it is like manure to the soil of the mind, and makes it bear finer flowers.