Not deep the poet sees, but wide.

Our society distributes itself into Barbarians, Philistines and Populace; and America is just ourselves with the Barbarians quite left out, and the Populace nearly.

If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.

Our inequality materializes our upper class, vulgarizes our middle class, brutalizes our lower class.

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

Like driftwood spares which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean-plain, So on the sea of life, alas! Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.

Philistine must have originally meant, in the mind of those who invented the nickname, a strong, dogged, unenlightened opponent of the chosen people, of the children of the light.

Life is not having and getting, but being and becoming

He will find one English book and one only, where, as in the "Iliad" itself, perfect plainness of speech is allied with perfect nobleness; and that book is the Bible.

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!

Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.

When the Holy Spirit moves, there is Supernatural Accomplishment

The taste of unconditional happiness can never be achieved without the ingredients of positive thinking and interpretations.

If we are strong our strength will speak for itself. If we are weak words will be no help.

Today I divide my day between being actor, producer and distributor, and the monotony is broken.

The next day the two sisters went to the ball, and so did Cinderella, but dressed more magnificently than before. The King's son was always by her side, and his pretty speeches to her never ceased.

It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.

The surest way of concealing from others the boundaries of one s own knowledge is not to overstep them.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

To be an Indian in modern American society is in a very real sense to be unreal and ahistorical.

Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem.