We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

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

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.