Washington, where an insignificant individual may trespass on a nation's time.

The orator is thereby an orator that keeps his feet ever on a fact.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

Why should we be cowed by the name of Action?.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

...What torments of pain have you endured that haven't as yet arrived? and may never!

If you act, you show character; if you sit still, you show it; if you sleep you show it.