And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!