Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.

All things are symbols.

There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows.