Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, Whose golden rounds are our calamities, Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes unsealed. True it is that Death's face seems stern and cold When he is sent to summon those we love; But all God's angels come to us disguised; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after another, lift their frowning masks, And we behold the Seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the Glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God.

Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,- One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.