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.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

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.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.