Who feels injustice, who shrinks before a slight, who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?

Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

Pray God, keep us simple.

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.

Vanity is often the unseen spur.

Bravery never goes out of fashion.