When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose.
If you are not too large for the place you occupy, you are too small for it.
God reigns, and the Government at Washington still lives!
The possession of great powers no doubt carries with it a comtempt for mere external show
He who controls the money supply of a nation controls the nation.
Statistics has been the handmaid of science, and has poured a flood of light upon the dark questions of famine and pestilence, ignorance and crime, disease and death.