Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.

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

In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.