There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,--so thoroughly is everything debated before the authorized and responsible debaters get on their legs.

If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.