I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.
there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.
The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.
Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barrier of time; the mind and the heart are in quite a different state at fifteen and forty.