No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

Fuss is the froth of business.