Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough for literature. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Nobody is glad in the gladness of another, and our system is one of war, of an injurious superiority. Every child of the Saxon race is educated to wish to be first. It is our system; and a man comes to measure his greatness by the regrets, envies, and hatreds of his competitors.

The scholar may lose himself in schools, in words, and become a pedant; but when he comprehends his duties, he above all men is arealist, and converses with things.

People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad.