Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.
Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
A boy's will is the wind's will.