Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
It’s faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.
The man who is always worrying about whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn’t worth a damn.
Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.
A child’s education should begin at least one hundred years before he is born.
Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite.
Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.
For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.
Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.
The Indian is but a sketch in red crayon of a rudimental manhood. To the problem of his relation to the white race, there is one solution: extermination.
I would never use a long word, even, where a short one would answer the purpose.
Leverage is everything-don’t begin to pry until you’ve got the long arm on your side.
No families take so little medicine as those of doctors, except those of apothecaries.
Trouble makes us one with every human being in the world – and unless we touch others, we’re out of touch with life.
Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.
The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.
What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.
Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers.
America is the only place where man is full-grown!
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth’s dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight’s gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.