Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.