Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.

Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land.

The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

All the world over, the picturesque yields to the pocketesque.