These are the hands whose sturdy labor brings The peasant's food, the golden pomp of kings; This is the page whose letters shall be seen, Changed by the sun to words of living green; This is the scholar whose immortal penSpells the first lesson hunger taught to men; These are the lines that heaven-commanded Toil Shows on his deed, - the charter of the soil!
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.The character of every act depends upon the circumstances in which it is done.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.The only condition of peace in this world is to have no ideas, or, at least not to express them.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.