Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.

His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.

Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.

To justify God's ways to man.

But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.