While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.—Wordsworth.
66. It is the people who rule.—Hale.
67. You will walk in no public thoroughfare or remotest byway of English Existence, but you will meet a man, an interest of men, that has given up hope in the Everlasting True, and placed its hope in the Temporary, half or wholly False.—Carlyle.
68. To separate pain from ill-doing is to fight against the constitution of things, and will be followed by far more pain.—Spencer.
69. There was a story in our family, which I used to hear when a boy, that Governor Brooks, when an officer in the Revolution, received an order from General Washington to go somewhere, when he was lying helpless from rheumatism.—J. F. Clarke.
70. Summer and winter came again—crocuses and roses; why not little Jane?—De Quincey.
71. Every here and there, in an opening, appeared the great gold face of the west.—Stevenson.
72. If I were writing a poem, you would expect, as a matter of course, that there would be a digression now and then.—Holmes.