A noble book! all men's book!

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

True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.

Why tell me that a man is a fine speaker, if it is not the truth that he is speaking?

A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.

Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words.