Thomas Bailey Aldrich
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
The ocean moans over dead men's bones.
The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.
Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant.
Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.
Books that have become classics - books that have had their day and now get more praise than perusal - always remind me of retired colonels and majors and captains who, having reached the age limit, find themselves retired on half pay.
A man is known by the company his mind keeps.