Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether

The Sweetest Souls, Like The Sweetest Flowers, Soon Canker In Cities, And No Purity Is Rarer There Than The Purity Of Delight.

Vast Objects Of Remote Altitude Must Be Looked At A Long While Before They Are Ascertained. Ages Are The Telescope Tubes That Must Be Lengthened Out For Shakespeare; And Generations Of Men Serve But A Single Witness To His Claims.

The Damps Of Autumn Sink Into The Leaves And Prepare Them For The Necessity Of Their Fall; And Thus Insensibly Are We, As Years Close Around Us, Detached From Our Tenacity Of Life By The Gentle Pressure Of Recorded Sorrow.

Friendships Are The Purer And The More Ardent, The Nearer They Come To The Presence Of God, The Sun Not Only Of Righteousness But Of Love.

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.