Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

We know much of a writer by his style. An open and imperious disposition is shown in short sentences, direct and energetic. A secretive and proud mind is cold and obscure in style. An affectionate and imaginative nature pours out luxuriantly, and blossoms all over with ornament.

Storms purify the atmosphere.

It is a very good world for the purposes for which it was built; and that is all anything is good for.

The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.

Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man's substance with invisible teeth.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.