The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.

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.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

Men have their intellectual ancestry, and the likeness of some one of them is forever unexpectedly flashing out in the features of a descendant, it may be after a gap of several centuries. In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened, Thou singest and tossest thy branches; Thy heart with the terror is gladdened, Thou forebodest the dread avalanches.... In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys With thine arms, as if blessings imploring, Like an old king led forth from his palace, When his people to battle are pouring.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.