He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.

Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

Silence is sorrow's best food.