What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.

. . . So often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; poetry = the best words in the best order

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?