Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

See to it that each hour's feelings, and thoughts, and actions are pure and true; then will your life be such.

We ought to be ten times as hungry for knowledge as for food for the body.

It is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.

The newspaper is a greater treasure to the people than uncounted millions of gold.

A man that does not know how to be angry does not know how to be good.

The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor, and no person can tell what becomes of his or her influence and example.