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.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.

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