A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.
Ez for war I call it murder - There you hev it plain and flat I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment for that.
I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.
Fortune is the rod of the weak and the staff of the brave.
Let us be of good cheer remembering that misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
The right to be a cussed fool Is safe from all devices human It's common (ez a gin'I rule) To every critter born of woman.
Faith is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
Compromise makes a good umbrella but a poor roof it is a temporary expedient often wise in party politics almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
Let us be of good cheer remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never happen.
Whatever you may be sure of be sure of this - that you are dreadfully like other people.
No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him there is always work And tools to work withal for those who will And blessed are the horny hands of toil!
In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained Know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes or when she'll say to thee "I find thee worthy do this deed for me?"
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself
Whom the heart of man shuts out Sometimes the heart of God takes in.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
The question of commonsense is always "what is it good for?" - a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.