Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail.

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

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

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.

Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.