Christianity only hopes. It has hung its harp on the willows, and cannot sing a song in a strange land. It has dreamed a sad dream, and does not yet welcome the morning with joy. The mother tells her falsehoods to her child, but, thank heaven, the child does not grow up in its parent's shadow. Our mother's faith has not grown with her experience. Her experience has been too much for her. The lesson of life was too hard for her to learn.

Politics is the gizzard of society, full of grit and gravel, and the two political parties are its opposite halves - sometimes split into quarters - which grind on each other. Not only individuals but states have thus a confirmed dyspepsia.

Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand. There must be a kind of life and palpitation to it, and under its words akind of blood must circulate forever.

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .

Concord's little arch does not span all our fate, nor is what transpires under it law for the universe.

Amid a world of noisy, shallow actors it is noble to stand aside and say, 'I will simply be.

The meeting of two eternities, the past and future....is precisely the present moment.