Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.

Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.

The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.