Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.

Criticism is not construction, it is observation.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

A river is the cosiest of friends. You must love it and live with it before you can know it.

It is the most human and kindly of seasons, as fully penetrated and irradiated with the feeling of human brotherhood, which is the essential spirit of Christianity, as the month of June with sunshine and the balmy breath of roses.

Heroes in history seem to us poetic because they are there. But if we should tell the simple truth of some of our neighbors, it would sound like poetry.

Our common liberty is consecrated by a common sorrow.