The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

The groves were God's first temples.