Earth's noblest thing,-a woman perfected.

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

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change; Then let it come: I have no dread of what Is called for by the instinct of mankind. Nor think I that God's world would fall apart Because we tear a parchment more or less. Truth is eternal, but her effluence, With endless change, is fitted to the hour; Her mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past. I do not fear to follow out the truth.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

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