Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

Stop and consider! life is but a day

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

To stay youthful, stay useful.