Not a change for the better in our human housekeeping has ever taken place that wise and good men have not opposed it-have not prophesied that the world would wake up to find its throat cut in consequence.

If God made poets for anything, it was to keep alive the traditions of the pure, the holy, and the beautiful.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

A wise man travels to discover himself.

When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.

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

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.