Pity the man who has a character to support - it is worse than a large family - he is silent poor indeed.

Wherever a man separates from the multitude, and goes his own way in this mood, there indeed is a fork in the road, though ordinary travelers may see only a gap in the paling. His solitary path across lots will turn out the higher way of the two.

We do not enjoy poetry unless we know it to be poetry.

I do not see why the schoolmaster should be taxed to support the priest, and not the priest the schoolmaster.

It takes two to speak the truth: one to speak, and another to hear.

I have no doubt that they lived pretty much the same sort of life in the Homeric age, for men have always thought more of eating than of fighting; then, as now, their minds ran chiefly on the "hot bread and sweet cakes;" and the fur and lumber trade is an old story to Asia and Europe.

There is a certain perfection in accident which we never consciously attain.