Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.