Money will buy money's worth; but the thing men call fame, what is it?

He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better, Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.

The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.