Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

New occasions teach new duties.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.