• Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

• In creating, the only hard thing is to begin a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

• Wealth may be an ancient thing, for it means power, it means leisure, it means liberty.

• They talk about their Pilgrim blood, Their birthright high and holy A mountain-stream that ends in mud Methinks is melancholy.

• Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

• We live in oppressive times. We have, as a nation, become our own thought police but instead of calling the process by which we limit our expression of dissent and wonder 'censorship,' we call it 'concern for commercial viability.'

• One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

• There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

• All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

• But all God's angels come to us disguised...

• It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.

• As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new,-and near the end The milestones into headstones change, 'Neath every one a friend.