Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

Whenever you have the kind of market that is taking shape now - a wildly volatile one with big pricing discrepancies - it plays right into the hands of managers who are very focused on research and stock picking.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

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.