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.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Every failure is a step to success.
Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious, open grounds of London. I doubt, in fact, whether any person fully comprehends their extent, from any of the ordinary descriptions of them, until he has seen them or tried to walk over them.
Winning isn’t everything, but it beats anything in second place.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
It is a test of true theories not only to account for but to predict phenomena.
A stable, changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.