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.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

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

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

The ultimate result of protecting fools from their folly is to fill the planet full of fools.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.