The Americans have many virtues, but they have not Faith and Hope. I know no two words whose meaning is more lost sight of.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

Criticism is infested with the cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not, overlooking the fact, that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression, and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit to imitate the sayers.

Freedom is not the right to live as we please, but the right to find how we ought to live in order to fulfill our potential.

There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.

I like people who like Plato.

A sleeping child gives me the impression of a traveler in a very far country.