Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

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

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.