Men are idolaters, and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you don't make it of wood, you must make it of words.

The life of the law has not been logic; it has been experience.

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.

Poverty comes pleading not for charity, for the most part, but imploring us to find a purchaser for its unmarketable wares.

There are many things which we can afford to forget which it is yet well to learn.

We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.