Nobody shoulders a rifle in defense of a boarding house..

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'.

Love differs from all the other contagious diseases: the last time a man is exposed to it, he takes it most readily, and has it the worst!.

Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still..

Thiar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!.

But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voce of children gone ….

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air..

The only sure thing about luck is that it will change..

And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight..

Never a tear bedims the eye that time and patience will not dry..

But, when the goddess' work is done,The woman's still remains..

Crude at first [the short story] received a literary polish in the press, but its dominant quality remained. It was concise and condense, yet suggest….

There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death.

The dominant expression of a child is gravity..

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers..

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armèd men the hum; Lo, a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum Saying, Come, Freemen….

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again..

When folks find I ain't afeard to speak my mind on their affairs, they kinder guess I'm tellin' the truth about my own..

For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies..

It would seem evident, therefore, that the secret of the American short story was the treatment of characteristic American life, with absolute knowle….

Which I wish to remark-- And my language is plain,-- That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar..