Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other, both in mind and body.

There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.

In the harsh face of life faith can read a bracing gospel.

When I was a boy, I was a bit puzzled, and hardly knew weather it was myself or the world that was curious and worth looking into. Now I know that it is myself, and stick to that.

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil.

They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener.

Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?