That talk must be very well in hand and under great headway, that an anecdote thrown in front of will not pitch off the track and wreck.

The faculties for getting into jail seem to be ample. We want more organizations for keeping people out.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Each age has its choice of the death it will die.

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

There is life in the ground: it goes into the seeds; and it also, when it is stirred up, goes into the man who stirs it.

Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch their renewal of life,-this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

You want to hate somebody, if you can, just to keep your powers of discrimination bright, and to save yourself from becoming a mere mush of goodnature.