Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone.

Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy.

Speak what you think today in hard words and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

No one suspects the days to be gods.