I know of no teachers so powerful and persuasive as the little army of specialists. They carry no banners, they beat no drums; but where they are men learn that bustle and push are not the equals of quiet genius and serene mastery.

Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

Modesty and reverence are no less virtues of freemen than the democratic feeling which will submit neither to arrogance nor to servility.

We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe.

A good soldier, like a good horse, cannot be of a bad color.

Young man, the secret of my success is that an early age I discovered that I was not God.