| Quotes |
Topic |
| Ancestry | No, my friends, I go for the man that inherits family traditions and the cumulative humanities of at least four or five generations. |
| Bobolinks | The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate, Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight. |
| Boston | 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. |
| Cities | The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city. |
| Comparisons | Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-old's three-foot scale on a thirty-year-old's six-foot scale. |
| Conversation | And when you stick on conversation's burs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. |
| Education | Of course everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all. |
| Evening | Day hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. |
| Flags | Ay, here her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky. |
| Flags | Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale. |
| Forgetfulness | A man must get a thing before he can forget it. |
| Forgetfulness | The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past-and man forgot. |
| Hatters | The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability. |
| Hatters | 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. |
| Humor | I never dare to write As funny as I can. |
| Innovation | I find that the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it-but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor? |
| Jesting | People that make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on the railroad tracks. |
| Katydids | Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes So petulant and shrill. I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, A knot of spinster Katydids,- Do Katydids drink tea? |
| Libraries | Every library should try to be complete on something, if it were only the history of pinheads. |
| Libraries | The first thing naturally when one enters a scholar's study or library, is to look at his books. One gets a notion very speedily of his tastes and the range of his pursuits by a glance round his book-shelves. |
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