To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.

Mystery is in the morning, and mystery in the night, and the beauty of mystery is everywhere; but still the plain truth remains, that mouth and purse must be filled.

My body is but the lees of my better being.

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

The entire merit of a man can never be made known; nor the sum of his demerits, if he have them. We are only known by our names; as letters sealed up, we but read each other's superscriptions.