There Is Always Work, And Tools To

It Is Defeat That Turns Bone To Flint, Gristle To Muscle, And Makes Men Invincible.

Every Man Should Keep A Fair-sized Cemetery In Which To Bury The Faults Of His Friends.

Every Tomorrow Has Two Handles. We Can Take Hold Of It With The Handle Of Anxiety Or The Handle Of Faith. We Should Live For The Future, And Yet Should Find Our Life In The Fidelities Of The Present; The Last Is Only The Method Of The First.

If There Be Any One Whose Power Is In Beauty, In Purity, In Goodness, It Is A Woman.

Are They Dead That Yet Speak Louder Than We Can Speak, And A More Universal Language? Are They Dead That Yet Act? Are They Dead That Yet Move Upon Society And Inspire The People With Nobler Motives And More Heroic Patriotism?