The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

A nickname may be the best record of a success. That's what I call putting the face of a joke upon the body of a truth.