Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.