If you keep making jokes like that, somebody is going to shoot you, father.

My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated. Our wrongs will be made right, and we will once more taste the blessings of freedom

No one has ever lived who knows better than you the proper placement of footfalls on treacherous paths.

Mr. Lincoln had no hope, and no faith, in the usual acceptation of those words.

Beautiful, Glorious Scotland, has spoilt me for every other country.