Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.