Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

Art is the child of Nature.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.