I'll walk where my own nature would be leading-
It vexes me to choose another guide.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship is like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad. . . and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.