Too much looking backward ... is bad for progress.

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

There are three schoolmasters for everybody that will employ them - the senses, intelligent companions, and books.

A boy is a piece of existence quite separate from all things else, and deserves separate chapters in the natural history of men.

It will not do to be saints at meeting and sinners everywhere else.

The natural term of an apple-pie is but twelve hours. It reaches its highest state about one hour after it comes from the oven, and just before its natural heat has quite departed. But every hour afterward is a declension. And after it is one day old, it is thence-forward but the ghastly corpse of apple-pie.

Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?