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.

The bibliophile is the master of his books, the bibliomaniac their slave.

Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, you had better look it up.

The fear of doing right is the grand treason in times of danger.

Riches are not an end of life, but an instrument of life.

There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better; nobler; holier than it knows now.

The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history.