The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

Genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying power.

In your intercourse with sects, the sublime and abstruse doctrines of Christian belief belong to the Church; but the faith of the individual, centred in his heart, is, or may be, collateral to them. Faith is subjective.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions.

Friendship is a sheltering tree.

What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole, its body brevity, and wit its soul.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.