» Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
» Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.
» On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press was found at last!
» How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!
» Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
» For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: ''It might have been!''
» Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
» In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them
» They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses perished; And left, as its young beauty fled, An ashen memory in its stead
» For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, It might have been!