We are called the nation of inventors. And we are. We could still claim that title and wear its loftiest honors if we had stopped with the first thing we ever invented, which was human liberty.

Who is this Renaissance? Where did he come from? Who gave him permission to cram the Republic with his execrable daubs?

Do something everyday that you don't want to do.

Adam was the author of sin, and I wish he had taken out an international copyright on it.

To us, our house was not unsentient matter -- it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence, and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benediction.

Astonishing things can be done with the human memory if you will devote it faithfully to one particular line of business.

The average American may not know who his grandfather was. But the American was, however, one degree better off than the average Frenchman who, as a rule, was in considerable doubt as to who his father was.