Time makes ancient good uncouth.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

Many-sidedness of culture makes our vision clearer and keener in particulars.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.