Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

You've a darned long row to hoe.

To genius life never grows commonplace.

'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking.

The wisest man could ask no more of Fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; To count as naught in world, or church, or state; But inwardly in secret to be great.

There is no good arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Those who love are but one step from heaven.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

The best academy, a mother's knee.