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

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.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.