💬 Quotes

"He would expect her to most completely be a part of his own-ness, as if she were an vessel shaped to hold his ideas."

"There is nothing so un-American as a general view."

"My Chief said: 'Let Mrs. Hauksbee alone.' But Mrs. Hauksbee is not the sort of woman who lets anybody alone."

"Blood calls for blood, and the trail of the assegai goes ever onward until the hand that grasps it is cold in the grave."

"A man may lose his cattle, he may lose his wives, he may even lose his honor in the dust, but if he keeps his courage, the sun will rise for him upon another day."

"Architecture is the great book of humanity, the chief expression of man in his various stages of development."

"The book will kill the edifice; printing will kill architecture."

"Notre Dame is still, no doubt, a majestic and sublime edifice, but it is no longer the same pile which rose in the pristine majesty of its youth."

"In this majestic pile, every stone is a page in the history of the Middle Ages, recording the faith, the aspirations, and the fears of our ancestors."

"Victor Hugo has peopled these ancient aisles with creations so vivid that we almost forget the actual history of the stones themselves."

"To understand the medieval mind, one must study not merely its chronicles, but the towering spires and grotesque gargoyles that sprang from its imagination."

"At the age of nine the small boy threw stones readily, effectively, and with skill. His mind had been amazed by the experiences of his infancy. He had sat upon the curbstone and cried during his total periods of deprivation."

"The babe, Tommie, died. He went away in an insignificant coffin, that was borne in a cart. The mother sat weeping and staggering on a little chair, and said that the high heavens were pitiless."

"It is probable that if her life had been a cow she would have led her by the tail out of a burning barn. But the mob, her tormentors, made her situation precarious."

"For a trade-girl she was of a distinct and individual appearance. She was not like other girls, who were pale, anemic-looking, and heavy-eyed."

"None of the juvenile debating societies that meet in the basement club-rooms of the Bowery ever discuss the questions of the origin of evil, the fate of the soul, or the finality of death."

"The girl, moaning and sobbing, hurried blindly away. She ran swiftly through many dark streets. She stepped into the waters of the dark river."

"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; / For he to-day that sheds his blood with me / Shall be my brother."

"Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me."

"There is some soul of goodness in things evil, / Would men observingly distil it out."