Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

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.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.

He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.