Shakespeare was an intellectual ocean, whose waves touched all the shores of thought; within which were all the tides and waves of destiny and will; over which swept all the storms of fate, ambition and revenge; upon which fell the gloom and darkness of despair and death and all the sunlight of content and love, and within which was the inverted sky lit with the eternal stars -- an intellectual ocean -- toward which all rivers ran, and from which now the isles and continents of thought receive their dew and rain.

Let every man teach his son, teach his daughter, that labor is honorable.

A mortgage casts a shadow on the sunniest field.

Labor is the only prayer that Nature answers: It is the only prayer that deserves an answer—good, honest, noble work.

The only evidence, so far as I know, about another life is, first, that we have no evidence; and secondly, that we are rather sorry that we have not, and wish we had.

Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy

In the presence of death I affirm and reaffirm the truth of all that I have said against the superstitions of the world. I would say that much on the subject with my last breath.