The mark of the man of the world is absence of pretension.

Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.

Sorrow makes us all children again.

There are some men above grief and some men below it.

Do not say things. What you are stands over you the while and thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed.

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.

The State is a poor, good beast who means the best: it means friendly.

When fear enters the heart of a man at hearing the names of candidates and the reading of laws that are proposed, then is the State safe, but when these things are heard without regard, as above or below us, then is the Commonwealth sick or dead.