Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

I have so much of you in my heart.

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?