A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.

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.

Sorrow is Mount Sinai. If one will, one may go up and talk with God, face to face.

Weak minds may be injured by novel-reading; but sensible people find both amusement and instruction therein.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.

October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors.