These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope. So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man - and the Word is with Men.

No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

Man has become our greatest hazard, and our only hope.

But Doc had one mental habit he could not get over. When anyone asked a question, Doc thought he wanted to know the answer.