Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.
Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.