That cause is strong which has, not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.

The secret of force in writing lies not so much in the pedigree of nouns and adjectives and verbs, as in having something that you believe in to say, and making the parts of speech vividly conscious of it.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

To me it seems not unreasonable to find a re-enforcement of optimism, a renewal of courage and hope, in the modern theory that man has mounted to what he is from the lowest step of potentiality, through toilsome grades of ever-expanding existence, even thought it have been by a spiral stairway, mainly dark or dusty, with loop-holes at long intervals only, and these granting but a narrow and one-sided view.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.