Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

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.

Whenever you have the kind of market that is taking shape now - a wildly volatile one with big pricing discrepancies - it plays right into the hands of managers who are very focused on research and stock picking.

The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.