Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.