Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love prefers twilight to daylight.

Don't flatter yourselves that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. On the contrary, the nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.