Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.

My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.