Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.