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!

Eloquence may set fire to reason.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

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

It is perfectly easy to be original by violating the laws of decency and the canons of good taste.

If there is any principle of the Constitution that more imperatively calls for attachment than any other it is the principle of free thought, not free thought for those who agree with us but freedom for the thought that we hate.

This is a court of law, not a court of justice.