Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

The smack of California earth shall linger on the palate of your grandson.

Courage, the footstool of the Virtues, upon which they stand.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.