And of all glad words of prose or rhyme, The gladdest are Act while there yet is time

We have nothing in our history or position to invite aggression; we have everything to beckon us to the cultivation of relations of peace and amity with all nations.

And of all glad words of prose or rhyme, The gladdest are Act while there yet is time

There is no accounting for tastes, as the woman said when someone told her her son was wanted by the police.

Accustomed as I am to public speaking, I know the futility of it.

Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.

Too much truth is uncouth.