Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.
...one should be gentle with the ignorant, for they are the chosen of God.
Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
There are things which some people never attempt during their whole lives, but one of these is not poetry. Poetry attacks all human beings sooner or later, and, like the measles, is mild or violent according to the age of the sufferer.
The heart is the real fountain of youth.
I could have become a soldier if I had waited; I knew more about retreating than the man who invented retreating.