Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton tolling the bell at noon, Dreams not that great Napoleon Sto

A weed is a plant we've found no use for yet.

Two sorts of writers possess genius: those who think, and those who cause others to think.

A strenuous soul hates cheap success. It is the ardor of the assailant that makes the vigor of the defendant.

One must be an inventor to read well.

Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.