Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Men are what their mothers made them.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

If you take in a lie, you must take in all that belongs to it.

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

What is a man born for but to be a reformer, a remaker of what has been made, a denouncer of lies, a restorer of truth and good?