Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.

There is only one thing better than tradition and that is the original and eternal life out of which all tradition takes its rise.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.