His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.