October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

The fanatic has the courage of his conviction and the intolerance of his courage. He is opposed to the death penalty for murder, but he would willingly have anyone electrocuted who disagreed with him on the subject.

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host.

Great orators who are not also great writers become very indistinct shadows to the generations following them. The spell vanishes with the voice.

Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.