Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.

Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.

Love is the essence of God.

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.

The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness.

One single idea may have greater weight than all the men, animals, and machines for a century.