The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.
. . . men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.
the right line of conduct is the same for both sexes, though the manner in which it is pursued, may somewhat vary, and be accommodated to the strength or weakness of the different travelers.
No man is in love when he marries. He may have loved before; I have even heard he has sometimes loved after: but at the time never. There is something in the formalities of the matrimonial preparations that drive away all the little cupidons.
Wealth per se I never too much valued, and my acquaintance with its possessors has by no means increased my veneration for it.
I am tired to death! tired of every thing! I would give the universe for a disposition less difficult to please. Yet, after all, what is there to give pleasure? When one has seen one thing, one has seen every thing.
Lose with truth and right rather than gain with falsehood and wrong.
My family is filled with wonderful storytellers. I lack their gift of gab, so it's a relief to be able to write.
One remembers different persons differently, some by the impact they have made on our emotions, and others by the impression they leave in our minds.
It takes a good deal of physical courage to ride a horse. This, however, I have. I get it at about forty cents a flask, and take it as required.