It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.

Travelers find virtue in a seeming minority in all other countries, and forget that they have left it in a minority at home.

Fields are won by those who believe in the winning.

That genius is feeble which cannot hold its own before the masterpieces of the world.

To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country.

Many persons sigh for death when it seems far off, but the inclination vanishes when the boat upsets, or the locomotive runs off the track, or the measles set it.

The test of an author is not to be found merely in the number of his phrases that pass current in the corner of newspapers... but in the number of passages that have really taken root in younger minds.