It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

There is something magnificent in having a country to love.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

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

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

Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.