We boast of our system of education, but why stop at schoolmasters and schoolhouses? We are all schoolmasters, and our schoolhouse is the universe. To attend chiefly to the desk or schoolhouse while we neglect the scenery in which it is placed is absurd. If we do not look out we shall find our find schoolhouse standing in a cow-yard at last.

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

There is all the poetry in the world in a name. It is a poem which the mass of men hear and read. What is poetry in the common sense, but a hearing of such jingling names? I want nothing better than a good word. The name of a thing may easily be more than the thing itself to me.

In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language.

In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.

English sense has toiled, but Hindoo wisdom never perspired.

The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest.