Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

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

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

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

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.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

A moment's thinking is an hour in words.