Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.

High thoughts must have high language.

By words the mind is winged.

The truth is forced upon us, very quickly, by a foe.

Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

How can I study from below, that which is above?