We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible.

Nothing is so commonplace has the wish to be remarkable.

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!

Under bad manners, as under graver faults, lies very commonly an overestimate of our special individuality, as distinguished from our generic humanity.

Reason may be the lever, but sentiment gives you the fulcrum and the place to stand on if you want to move the world.

Taxes are the price we pay for a civilized society.

Carve every word before you let it fall.