Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.