A wise man travels to discover himself.

New occasions teach new duties.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.