Every old poem is sacred.
A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
He is armed without who is innocent within, be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.
The avarice person is ever in want; let your desired aim have a fixed limit.
If you have inner peace, nobody can force you to be a slave to the outer reality.
I desire to gain your Love and Friendship by a kind, Just and Peaceful Life.
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
There is also this benefit in brag, that the speaker is unconsciously expressing his own ideal. Humor him by all means, draw it all out, and hold him to it.
When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.
A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.
What is there that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man’s breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery! To know that you are walking where none others have walked; that you are beholding what human eye has not seen before; that you are breathing a virgin atmosphere. To give birth to an idea, to discover a great thought – an intellectual nugget, right under the dust of a field that many a brain-plough had gone over before. To find a new planet, to invent a new hinge, to find a way to make the lightning carry your messages. To be the first – that is the idea.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.
Property is an intellectual production. The game requires coolness, right reasoning, promptness, and patience in the players.
When you’ve worked hard, and done well, and walked through that doorway of opportunity, you do not slam it shut behind you. You reach back, and you give other folks the same chances that helped you succeed.
If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
I strive to be brief, and I become obscure.
My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.