The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
The dog is the god of frolic.
Work is not a curse, but drudgery is.
The beginning is the promise of the end.
A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.