We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, cloggy mass.

War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

You will find the poet who wrings the heart of the world, or the foremost captain of his time, driving a bargain or paring a potato, just as you would do.

... while the light burning within may have been divine, the outer case of the lamp was assuredly cheap enough.

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.

America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.

Reform is born of need, not pity.

No man surely has so short a memory as the American.

Reality is a projection of your thoughts or the things you habitually think about.

An unjust law is itself a species of violence. Arrest for its breach is more so.

The greatest achievement of the human spirit is to live up to one's opportunities and make the most of one's resources.

Asked for your opinion on the prints, you have two choices: truth or tact. I ask for the bathroom.

Our economy is robust and will remain strong as more Americans who want a job find one. Republican economic policies based on tax relief are working for the American people.

I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.

They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.

In truth, men speak too much of danger.

It may be that vice, depravity, and crime are nearly always, or even perhaps always, in their essence, attempts to eat beauty, to eat what we should only look at.