Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

To-morrow is ah, whose?