Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.