The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

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

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.