Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

History is clarified experience.

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

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.

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.

Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.