Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

If a man was great while living, he becomes tenfold greater when dead.

It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.

Skepticism, as I said, is not intellectual only; it is moral also; a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul. A man lives by believing something; not by debating and arguing about many things. A sad case for him when all that he can manage to believe is something he can button in his pocket, and with one or the other organ eat and digest! Lower than that he will not get.

Professors of the Dismal Science, I perceive the length of your tether is now pretty well run; and I must request you to talk a little lower in the future.

The insignificant, the empty, is usually the loud; and after the manner of a drum, is louder even because of its emptiness.

Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.