Ah! well a-day! what evil looks / Had I from old and young! / Instead of the cross, the Albatross / About my neck was hung.

To admire on principle is the only way to imitate without loss of originality.

The book of Job is pure Arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast.

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.

I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before a Christian community, it sounds too much like pagan philosophy.

Facts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.

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