The purification of politics is an iridescent dream.

Delaware: a state that has three counties when the tide is out, and two when it is in.

In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

The purification of politics is an iridescent dream.

The golden rule has no place in a political campaign.

Grass is the forgiveness of nature-her constant benediction. Fields trampled with battle, saturated with blood, torn with the ruts of cannon, grow green again with grass and carnage is forgotten. Streets abandoned by traffic become grass-grown, like rural lanes and are obliterated. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal.

Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal...Its tenacious fibers hold the earth in place and prevent its soluble components from washing to the wasting sea.