What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral..

That best academy, a mother's knee..

The flowers or weeds that spring up tomorrow are in the seeds we sow today. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions..

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white..

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends..

Men's thoughts and opinions are in a great degree vassals of him who invents a new phrase or re-applies an old epithet. The thought or feeling a thou….

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes..

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise..

Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him ….

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit..

Light is the symbol of truth..

The ultimate result of protecting fools from their folly is to fill the planet full of fools..

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean..

The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to ….

Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven..

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard..

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market..

The question of common sense is always: 'what is it good for?' - a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage..

A sneer is the weapon of the weak. Like other devil's weapons, it is always cunningly ready to our hand, and there is more poison in the handle than ….

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain..

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desir….