Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.
It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.
How casually and unobservedly we make all our most valued acquaintances.
Want is a growing giant whom the coat of Have was never large enough to cover.
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.