Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.