A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of eternity.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm, eloquence produces conviction for the moment; but it is only by truth to Nature and the everlasting institutions of mankind that those abiding influences are won that enlarge from generation to generation.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.