The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

In every parting there is an image of death.