Whoever can endure unmixed delight, whoever can tolerate music and painting and poetry all in one, whoever wishes to be rid of thought and to let the busy anvils of the brain be silent for a time, let him read in the "Faery Queen."

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

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.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

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