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

What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

All God's angels come to us disguised.

It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.