Too much looking backward ... is bad for progress.
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.
Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.
In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Cant is the twin sister of hypocrisy.
What we call wisdom is the result of all the wisdom of past ages. Our best institutions are like young trees growing upon the roots of the old trunks that have crumbled away.