The university must be retrospective. The gale that gives direction to the vanes on all its towers blows out of antiquity..

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honore….

Infancy conforms to nobody; all conform to it..

Thy dangerous glances make women of men; new-born, we are melting into nature again..

Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone..

The President proclaims war, and those Senators who dissent are not those who know better, but those who can afford to...Democracy becomes a governme….

We boil at different degrees..

But it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy something, which does not represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's..

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go..

Every man is wanted, and no man is wanted much..

I find nothing in fables more astonishing than my experience in every hour. One moment of a man's life is a fact so stupendous as to take the luster ….

Great men, great nations, have not been boasters and buffoons, but perceivers of the terror of life, and have manned themselves to face it..

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone..

We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them.

The sum of wisdom is that time is never lost that is devoted to work..

It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . ..

A man must keep an eye on his servants, if he would not have them rule him..

The sweetest music is not in the oratorio, but in the human voice when it speaks from its instant life tones of tenderness, truth, or courage..

Although knaves win in every political struggle, although society seems to be delivered over from the hands of one set of criminals into the hands of….

I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the….

The secret of poetry is never explained,— is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, and the eternity it i….