Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.