Young lawyers attend the courts, not because they have business there, but because they have no business.

Poetry had breathed over and sanctified the land.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.

Too young for woe, though not for tears.

What earnest worker, with hand and brain for the benefit of his fellowmen, could desire a more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than the monument of a tree, ever growing, ever blooming, and ever bearing wholesome fruit?