The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.

To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.... He who works for sweetness and light united, works to make reason and the will of God prevail.

And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.