Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician had touched the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into the air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the storm. The causes which produce these changes may have been long at work within us, but the changes themselves are instantaneous, and apparently without sufficient cause.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.