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.

To fail at all is to fail utterly.

To make the common marvelous is the test of genius.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.