They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

We prove, we do not explain, our birth.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.

The mind is an enchanting thing.