A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.