The Englishman is too apt to neglect the present good in preparing against the possible evil.

I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.

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

They who drink beer will think beer.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.