There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.

I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.

There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.

Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.

Washington, in fact, had very little private life, but was eminently a public character.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

The Englishman is too apt to neglect the present good in preparing against the possible evil.

The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.

There was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was petticoat government.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.

Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!

Young lawyers attend the courts, not because they have business there, but because they have no business.

There is no character in the comedy of human life more difficult to play well than that of an old bachelor.

He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

One point is certain, that truth is one and immutable; until the jurors all agree, they cannot all be right.

Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

No man knows what the wife of his bosom is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.

Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.

I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.

Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.

The easiest thing to do, whenever you fail, is to put yourself down by blaming your lack of ability for your misfortunes.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man.

Into the space of one little hour sins enough may be conjured up by evil tongues to blast the fame of a whole life of virtue.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

No man is so methodical as a complete idler, and none so scrupulous in measuring out his time as he whose time is worth nothing.

A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity.

And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.

It was Shakespeare's notion that on this day birds begin to couple; hence probably arose the custom of sending fancy love-billets.

True love will not brook reserve; it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it.

Good temper, like a sunny day, sheds a ray of brightness over everything; it is the sweetener of toil and the soother of disquietude!

The idol of today pushes the hero of yesterday out of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of tomorrow.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

[I]n the gloomy month of February.... The Deserts of Arabia are not more dreary and inhospitable than the streets of London at such a time.

Acting provides the fulfillment of never being fulfilled. You're never as good as you'd like to be. So there's always something to hope for.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.

He who wins a thousand common hearts is entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster.

The natural principle of war is to do the most harm to our enemy with the least harm to ourselves; and this of course is to be effected by stratagem.

I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them.

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