A Man Has A Right To Picture

To The Great Tree-loving Fraternity We Belong. We Love Trees With Universal And Unfeigned Love, And All Things That Do Grow Under Them Or Around Them - The Whole Leaf And Root Tribe. Not Alone When They Are In Their Glory, But In Whatever State They Are - In Leaf, Or Rimed With Frost, Or Powdered With Snow, Or Crystal-sheathed In Ice, Or In Severe Outline Stripped And Bare Against A November Sky - We Love Them.

That Endless Book, The Newspaper, Is Our National Glory.

Vigilance Is Not Only The Price Of Liberty, But Of Success Of Any Sort.

A Library Is But The Soul's Burying Ground. It Is A Land Of Shadows.

A Lie Always Needs A Truth For A Handle To It. The Worst Lies Are Those Whose Blade Is False, But Whose Handle Is True.