Silence is the best response to a fool...
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
Thou large-brain’d woman and large-hearted man.
Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.
Of writing many books there is no end.
A child’s kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt’s pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!
Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.
True knowledge comes only through suffering.
Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
You may write twenty lines one day – or even three like Euripides in three days – and a hundred lines in one more day – and yet on the hundred, may have been expended as much good work, as on the twenty and the three.
Utterance is the evidence of foregone study.
The plague of gold strikes far and near.
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.
Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.