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

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.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.

Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'T is enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell... The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near... Every thing is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, - 'T is the natural way of living.

Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.