Washington Irving

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the read more

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
the screechowl.

There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.

There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, read more

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.