Genius seems to consistent merely in trueness of sight.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

What is civilization? I answer, the power of good women.

What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon? What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior?

Good nature is stronger than tomahawks.

It is one of the beautiful compensations in this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.