Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smith.

While we've youth in our hearts, we can never grow old.

The root of joy, as of duty, is to put all one's powers towards some great end.

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!

The only prize much cared for by the powerful is power. The prize of the general is not a bigger tent, but command.

If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it around. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it.

Who does not feel that Nansen's account of his search for the Pole rather loses than gains in ideal satisfaction by the pretense of a few trifling acquisitions for science?