Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

Mirthfulness is in the mind and you cannot get it out. It is just as good in its place as conscience or veneration.

October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.

Men can make an idol of the Bible.

Every city should make the common school so rich, so large, so ample, so beautiful in its endowments, and so fruitful in its results, that a private school will not be able to live under the drip of it.

If a man has come to that point where he is no content that he says; I do not want to know any more, or do any more or be any more, he is in a state in which he ought to be changed into a mummy.

Not another flag has such an errand, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for freedom such glorious tidings.