Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

... Though Mathematics May Teach A Man How To Build A Bridge, It Is What The Scotch Universities Call The Humanities, That Teach Him To Be Civil And Sweet-tempered.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

The Breed Is More Than The Pasture. As You Know, The Cuckoo Lays Her Eggs In Any Bird's Nest; It May Be Hatched Among Blackbirds Or Robins Or Thrushes, But It Is Always A Cuckoo. ... A Man Cannot Deliver Himself From His Ancestors.