“Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.”

We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.

Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.

Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

The glories of the possible are ours.

The loving are the daring.

The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.

To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

Surfing music is dead. It was just a summer craze for kids on the beach. I’m finished with it.

A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

I love big summer dresses, and it sucks because I’m such a little person, so I always have to be very specific about which ones I put on.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.