Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.