What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.