The fishermen say that the "thundering of the pond" scares the fishes and prevents their biting.

Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion.

We rarely meet a man who can tell us any news which he has not read in a newspaper, or been told by his neighbor; and, for the most part, the only difference between us and our fellow is that he has seen the newspaper, or been out to tea, and we have not.

There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.

There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends.

That grand old poem called Winter

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.