See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.

It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Man has his will, but woman has her way.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

Beware how you take away hope from any human being.

I try to read and write something interesting every day.

Youth must triumph... now. Afterwards, it will be life.

what secular avocation on earth was there for a young man (whose friends could not get him an ‘appointment’) which was at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and to be followed without special knowledge?

I try to see only the good in him

The composition of a common world would be the definition of politics.

It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

Let's face it, the subject of campaign finance is not always scintillating. But it's incredibly important.

I need to have my hands on the DNA of a film.

The most wretched have yet hope.

I'm in a happy place. I'm very at peace with who I am and what I'm doing and the people around me, so I think I'm probably most ambitious at where I am.