When believers and unbelievers live in the same manner - I distrust the religion.

THE POET A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon's edge, Searched with Apollo's privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times, Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes. Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.

In this our talking America, we are ruined by our good nature and listening on all sides. This compliance takes away the power ofbeing greatly useful.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, while he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.

One single idea may have greater weight than all the men, animals, and machines for a century.