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.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

[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.

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

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.

Scepticism commonly takes up the room left by defect of imagination, and is the very quality of mind most likely to seek for sensual proof of supersensual things. If one came from the dead it could not believe; and yet it longs for such a witness, and will put up with a very dubious one.