The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

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

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.

Old gold has a civilizing virtue which new gold must grow old to be capable of secreting.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.