The power of man has grown in every sphere, except over himself.

Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug? Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug. Run and fetch him a suitable drug. Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug. That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.

Here was a place where real things were going on. Here was a scene of vital action. Here was a place where anything might happen. Here was a place where something would certainly happen. Here I might leave my bones.

A vocabulary of truth and simplicity will be of service throughout your life.

I am sure that the mistakes of that time will not be repeated; we should probably make another set of mistakes.

With opportunity comes responsibility.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.