A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

I would hardly change the sorrowful words of the poets for their glad ones. Tears dampen the strings of the lyre, but they grow the tensor for it, and ring even the clearer and more ravishingly.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.