Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

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

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

Art is the child of Nature.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.