I don't mind what Congress does, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses.
. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.