The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

It takes me several days, after I get back to Boston, to realize that the reference "the president" refers to the president of Harvard and not to a minor official in Washington.

Every calling is great when greatly pursued.

To have doubted one's own first principles is the mark of a civilized man.

Life, not the parson, teaches conduct.

Every man is an omnibus in which his ancestors ride.

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.