Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.

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

History is clarified experience.