Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.
Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.
To fail at all is to fail utterly.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.
To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.
That cause is strong which has, not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.