Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.

People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.