For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.

No member of a crew is praised for the rugged individuality of his rowing.

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

God made yeast, as well as dough, and loves fermentation just as dearly as he loves vegetation.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

We do not want actions, but men; not a chemical drop of water, but rain; the spirit that sheds and showers actions, countless, endless actions.