We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

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.

It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.