Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

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

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.