How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.