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.

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.

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.