An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat.

Life would die without poets, and democracy must have its spellbinders.

The fear of hell, the punishment of sin, how the modern parent revolts from such teaching. Yet I will assert that far from doing us children harm, it was a sure foundation to the world of our confidence, a master girder in our palace of delight.

The most effective teacher will always be biased, for the chief force in teaching is confidence and enthusiasm.

A friend of mine tells me that a Beethoven symphony can solve for him a problem of conduct. I've no doubt that it does so simply by giving him a sense of the tragedy and the greatness of human destiny, which makes his personal anxieties seem small, which throws them into a new proportion.