The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change... [Truth's] mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

The secret of force in writing lies not so much in the pedigree of nouns and adjectives and verbs, as in having something that you believe in to say, and making the parts of speech vividly conscious of it.

The gift without the giver is rare.

As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.