The best thing you can do for your fellow, next to rousing his conscience, is — not to give him things to think about, but to wake things up that are in him; or say, to make him think things for himself.

I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.

I know my Easts and Tom Brown, you see, and they're never happy unless their morality is being tried in the furnace and they can feel they are doing the right Christian thing and never mind the consequences to anyone else.

[George Everett Macdonald was] a valiant soldier for human liberty.

Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me--

Do we not wile away moments of inanity or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound, until the repetition has bred a want, which is incipient habit?