I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.