The Indians with surprise found the mouldering trees of their forests suddenly teeming with ambrosial sweet; and nothing, I am told, can exceed the greedy relish with which they banquet for the first time upon this unbought luxury of the wilderness.

Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven.

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.