Yes, child of suffering, thou may’st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Every library should try to be complete on something, if it were only the history of pinheads.
Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.
Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have – Cincinnati sounds worse.
A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.
Cupid “the little greatest enemy.”
Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way – and the fools know it.
We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.
To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year – in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life – there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.
There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul’s garden, which I love to have watered once a week.
The mode by which the inevitable comes to pass is effort.
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.
The life of the law has not been logic; it has been experience.
This is a court of law, not a court of justice.
I like to pay taxes. With them, I buy civilization.
Lawyers spend a great deal of their time shoveling smoke.
The greatest act of faith is when a man understands he is not God.
There are many things which we can afford to forget which it is yet well to learn.
Beware of making your moral staple consist of the negative virtues.
The riders in a race do not stop when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the kind voices of friends and say to oneself, The work is done.