Who of English speech, bred to the traditions of his race, does not recognize Hamlet in his 'inky cloak' at a glance? Not to know him would argue one's self untaught in the chief glories of his language.

Always begin anew with the day, just as nature does. It is one of the sensible things that nature does.

The language of literature is the language of all the world. It is necessary to divest ourselves at once of the notion of diversified vocal and grammatical speech which constitutes the various tongues of the Earth, and conceals the identity of image and logic in the minds of all men.

I believe that ideal character in its perfection is potentially in every man who is born into the world.

Shakespeare has been praised in English more than anything mortal except poetry itself. Fame exhausts thought in his eulogy.

To feel that one has a place in life solves half the problem of contentment.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.