Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

That best academy, a mother's knee.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.