Simplicity Is A Great Element Of Good

[on John Brown:] The Poor Wretch Is Hanged, But From His Grave A Root Of Bitterness Will Spring, The Fruit Of Which At No Distant Day May Be Disunion And Civil War.

The Plodding Thrift And Scrupulous Integrity And Long-winded Patient Industry Of Our Business Men Of The Last Century Are Out Of Fashion In These "giddy-paced" Times, And England Is Forgetting That Those Who Make Haste To Be Rich Can Hardly Avoid Much Temptation And Some Sin.

An Actor's Life Is The Shadow Of A Cloud, The Echo Of A Sound, The Memory Of A Dream, Nothing Come Of Nothing. The Finest Actor Does Not Create, He Is But A Translator Of Another Man's Work.

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.

I Have Been Out Again On The River, Rowing. I Find Nothing New.