Custom is, to think a handsome thing in private but tame it down in the utterance.

It is your human environment that makes climate

Custom is petrification, nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.

I purpose publishing these Letters here in the world before I return to you. Two editions. One, unedited, for Bible readers and their children; the other, expurgated, for persons of refinement

I have thought many times since that if poets when they get discouraged would blow their brains out, they could write very much better when they got well.

I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know.

Switzerland would me a mighty big place if it were ironed flat.