Oliver Wendell Holmes

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky. Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar- The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor.

Knowledge and timber shouldn't be much used till they are seasoned.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

You think they are crusaders sent From some infernal clime, To pluck the eyes of sentiment And dock the tail of Rhyme, To crack the voice of Melody And break the legs of Time.

Each of us has to work out his salvation in his own way. The most that another can do is to be able to give a helping hand.

The best part of our knowledge is that which teaches us where knowledge leaves off and ignorance begins.

When the last reader reads no more.