For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

Even the poor student studies and is taught only political economy, while that economy of living which is synonymous with philosophy is not even sincerely professed in our colleges. The consequence is, that while he is reading Adam Smith, Ricardo, and Say, he runs his father in debt irretrievably.

A journal, is a book that shall contain a record of all your joy, your ecstasy, what you are grateful for.

Critical acumen is exerted in vain to uncover the past; the past cannot be presented; we cannot know what we are not. But one veilhangs over past, present, and future, and it is the province of the historian to find out, not what was, but what is. Where a battle has been fought, you will find nothing but the bones of men and beasts; where a battle is being fought, there are hearts beating.

Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.