Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

Follow thou thy choice.

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

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

The groves were God's first temples.