Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

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.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever!