Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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.
