You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

Few people have written significant books about San Francisco. Robert Duncan was, in my opinion, often in the clouds. If he walked the streets a lot he didn't write about as such.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.