Language, After All, Is Only The Use

The Magic Of The Pen Lies In The Concentration Of Your Thoughts Upon One Object.

A Man May Be Variously Accomplished, And Yet Be A Feeble Poet.

The Moral Nature Of Man Is More Sacred In My Eyes Than His Intellectual Nature. I Know They Cannot Be Divorced - That Without Intelligence We Should Be Brutes - But It Is The Tendency Of Our Gaping, Wondering Dispositions To Give Pre-eminence To Those Faculties Which Most Astonish Us. Strength Of Character Seldom, If Ever, Astonishes; Goodness, Lovingness, And Quiet Self-sacrifice, Are Worth All The Talents In The World.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress.

If The Members Of A Class Do Not Understand -- If Those Directly Addressed Fail To Listen, Or Listening, Fail To Recognize A Power In The Voice -- Surely The Fault Lies With The Speaker, Who, Having Attempted To Secure Their Attention And Enlighten Their Understandings, Has Failed In The Attempt.