Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.
The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.
Between two groups of people who want to make inconsistent kinds of worlds, I see no remedy but force.
They walked over the crackling leaves in the garden, between the lines of box, breathing its fragrance of eternity for this is one of the odors which carry us out of time into the abysses of the unbeginning past if we ever lived on another ball of stone than this, it must be that there was box growing on it.
End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. Logic is logic. Thats all I say.
If a man is in a minority of one, we lock him up.
Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist; two to one, he is a pedant.
And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can.
Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor.
I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer.
Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while Before they begin to decay.
Unpretending mediocrity is good, and genius is glorious but a weak flavor of genius in an essentially common person is detestable. It spoils the grand neutrality of a commonplace character, as the rinsings of an unwashed wine-glass spoil a draught of fair water.
O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, We can never forget that our hearts have been one....
The Amen of nature is always a flower.
Each of us has to work out his salvation in his own way. The most that another can do is to be able to give a helping hand.
A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
Life is real, life is earnest,
And the shell is not its pen -
"Egg thou art, and egg remainest"
Was not spoken of the hen.
Feels the same comfort while his acrid words Turn the sweet milk of kindness into curds.
Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.
Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.
The man who is always worrying about whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn.
I won't accept anything less than the best a player's capable of doing... and he has the right to expect the best that I can do for him and the team!
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Some people are so heavenly minded that they are no earthly good.
I don't generally feel anything until noon, then it's time for my nap.
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