A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.

The gift without the giver is rare.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.