Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.