When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon But small, appear most long and terrible.

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.

The Pyncheon Elm, throughout its great circumference, was all alive, and full of the morning sunand a sweet-tempered little breeze, which lingered within this verdant sphere, and set a thousand leaftytongues a-whispering all at once. This ages tree appeared to have suffered nothing from the gale.It has kept its boughs unshattered, and its full complement of leaves, and the whole in perfect verdure,except a single branch, that, by the earlier change with which the elm-tree sometimes prophesies the autumn,had been transmuted to bright gold.

The pomp of death is far more terrible than death itself.

They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.

While foulest fiends shun thy society.