Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

Courage of the soldier awakes the courage of woman.

Proverbs are the literature of reason, or the statements of absolute truth, without qualification. Like the sacred books of each nation, they are the sanctuary of its intuitions.

Well, the world has a million writers. One would think, then, that good thought would be as familiar as air and water, and the gifts of each new hour would exclude the last. Yet we can count all our good books; nay, I remember any beautiful verse for twenty years.