- We live, but a world has passed away With the years that perished to make us men.
- Lord, for the erring thought Not into evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept.
- And before you know me gone Eternity and I are one.
- Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
- He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
- See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion; See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.
- The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.
- The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.
- I am not sorry for having wrought in common, crude material so much; that is the right American stuff; and perhaps hereafter, when my din is done, if anyone is curious to know what that noise was, it will be found to have proceeded from a small insect which was scraping about on the surface of our life and trying to get into its meaning for the sake of the other insects larger or smaller. That is, such has been my unconscious work; consciously, I was always, as I still am, trying to fashion a piece of literature out of the life next at hand.
- Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature.
- Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.
- The action is best that secures the greatest happiness for the greatest number.
- The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested.
- There will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up with the advertisements of things.
william dean howells