“There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.”

The best things in life make you sweaty.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Lord, help my poor soul.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.

Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.

Many a man has met death from the rushing flood of his own eloquence; others from the strength and wondrous thews in which they have trusted.

A conquering army on the border will not be stopped by eloquence.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Government is not reason; it is not eloquence. It is force. And force, like fire, is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.