Of all the senses, sight must be the most delightful.
For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.
We must not creep along when our souls cry out for us to soar!
Is love the sweetness of flowers?
So much has been given me I have no time to ponder over that which has been denied.
Be heroes in an army of construction.