Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold.

The gift without the giver is rare.

God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.

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.