Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.

Great old books of the great old authors are not in everybody's reach; and though it is better to know them thoroughly than to know them only here and there, yet it is a good work to give a little to those who have neither time nor means to get his own belief.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.