Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Men's thoughts and opinions are in a great degree vassals of him who invents a new phrase or re-applies an old epithet. The thought or feeling a thousand times repeated becomes his at last who utters it best.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

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.