... every man on the planet Has just as much right as yourself to the road.
Anonymity is the fame of the future.
Ireland is a fruitful mother of genius, but a barren nurse.
They who see the Flying Dutchman never, never reach the shore.
Prize-Fighting is not the aim of boxing. This noble exercise ought not to be judged by the dishonesty or the low lives of too many of its professional followers. Let it stand alone, an athletic practice, on the same footing as boating or football.
Well blest is he who has a dear one dead; A friend he has whose face will never change- A dear communion that will not grow strange; The anchor of a love is death.