It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

Why aren't more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books aren't within everybody's reach.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.

Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.

What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole, its body brevity, and wit its soul.

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.

If you are not a thinking man, to what purpose are you a man at all?.