The best doctors give the least medicines

If we don't hang together, by Heavens we shall hang separately

Press on! If Fortune play thee false To-day, tomorrow she'll be true; Whom now she sinks she now exalts, Taking old gifts and granting new, The wisdom of the present hour Makes up the follies past and gone; To weakness, strength succeeds, and power From frailty springs! Press on, press on!

The best doctors give the least medicines

The mountain rill Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchang'd affections flow to thee.

Bob Riley, a kind soul who “treads lightly in this world,” is in the 22nd year of a federal life without parole LSD sentence.

Great faith it needs, according to my view, To trust in that which never could be true.