Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.