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.

Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart--the moral nature--was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.

This is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.

The worth and value of knowledge is in proportion to the worth and value of its object.