No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.