Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.