Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

Our American republic will endure only as long as the ideas of the men who founded it continue dominant.

All God's angels come to us disguised.

He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.