Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

Beware how you take away hope from any human being.

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time.