Two Evils, Of Almost Equal Weight, May

Vast Objects Of Remote Altitude Must Be Looked At A Long While Before They Are Ascertained. Ages Are The Telescope Tubes That Must Be Lengthened Out For Shakespeare; And Generations Of Men Serve But A Single Witness To His Claims.

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.

We May Receive So Much Light As Not To See, And So Much Philosophy As To Be Worse Than Foolish.

Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

I See The Rainbow In The Sky, The Dew Upon The Grass; I See Them, And I Ask Not Why They Glimmer Or They Pass. With Folded Arms I Linger Not To Call Them Back; 'twere Vain: In This, Or In Some Other Spot, I Know They'll Shine Again.