Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.