Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.
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.