There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.

There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.

One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.