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.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.