As life runs on the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into heads

As life runs on the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change Neath every one a friend.

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Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.