There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?" Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:—and now I like ye better!

The San Francisco Stock Exchange was the place that continuously pumped up the savings of the lower classes into the pockets of the millionaires.

When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.

Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?