But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

The physician who knows only medicine, knows not even medicine.

The low level which commercial morality has reached in America is deplorable. We have humble God fearing Christian men among us who will stoop to do things for a million dollars that they ought not to be willing to do for less than 2 millions.

Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold.

The reason why truth is so much stranger than fiction is that there is no requirement for it to be consistent.

Human beings are the only creatures who blush - or who need to.

That which was hard to endure is sweet to remember.