And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat.

Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.

In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.

My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.