Music sweeps by me as a messenger - Carrying a message that is not for me

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of a native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship for the face of earth, for the labors men go forth to, for the sounds and accents that haunt it, for whatever will give that early home a familiar, unmistakable difference amidst the future widening of knowledge.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities - a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces - a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.