The longer we live, the more we find we are like other persons.

There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the Past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.

The only condition of peace in this world is to have no ideas, or, at least, not to express them.

The difference between gossip and philosophy lies only in one's way of taking a fact.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.

An artist who works in marble or colors has them all to himself and his tribe, but the man who moulds his thought in verse has to employ the materials vulgarized by everybody's use, and glorify them by his handling.

When you write in prose you say what you mean. When you write in rhyme you say what you must.

True poetry, the best of it, is but the ashes of a burnt-out passion.

Nothing can be so perfect while we possess it as it will seem when remembered.

Poverty comes pleading, not for charity, for the most part, but imploring us to find a purchaser for its unmarketable wares.