Gratitude, being nearly the greatest of human duties, is also nearly the most difficult.

. . . For friendship implies individuality; whereas comradeship really implies the temporary subordination, if not the temporary swamping of individuality. Friends are the better for being two; but comrades are the better for being two million.

I suppose every one must have reflected how primeval and how poetical are the things that one carries in one's pocket; the pocket-knife, for instance, the type of all human tools, the infant of the sword. Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about things in my pockets. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.

There are an infinity of angles at which one falls, only one at which one stands.

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.

The doctrine of human equality reposes on this: that there is no man really clever who has not found that he is stupid.

A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels. In so far as God has partly revealed to us an angelic world, he has partly told us what an angel means. But God has never told us what a turkey means. And if you go and stare at a live turkey for an hour or two, you will find by the end of it that the enigma has rather increased than diminished.