Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.

A perfect writer would make words sing, dance, kiss, do the male and female act, bear children, weep, bleed, rage, stab, steal, fire cannon, steer ships, sack cities, charge with cavalry or infantry, or do anything that man or woman or the natural powers can do.

It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.