Man is born a predestined idealist, for he is born to act. To act is to affirm the worth of an end, and to persist in affirming the worth of an end is to make an ideal.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

America is the only place where man is full-grown!

We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.