The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!

Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.

Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

O reputation! dearer far than life.