It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.

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.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.