What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.
Fear is a great instructor.
Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.
A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.
The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims.
There is no true orator who is not a hero.