I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed, Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.

The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.

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

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

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.