Earth's noblest thing,-a woman perfected.

That best academy, a mother's knee.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac.

How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.

The realm of death seems an enemy's country to most men, on whose shores they are loathly driven by stress of weather; to the wise man it is the desired port where he moors his bark gladly, as in some quiet haven of the Fortunate Isles; it is the golden west into which his sun sinks, and, sinking, casts back a glory upon the leaden cloud-tack which had darkly besieged his day.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.