How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.
All things seem possible in May.
For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.
Better a thousand times even a swiftly fading, ephemeral moment of life than the epoch-long unconsciousness of the stone.
How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!
It is morally as bad not to care whether a thing is true or not, so long as it makes you feel good, as it is not to care how you got your money as long as you have got it.