. . . So often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

For peace of mind, resign as general manager of the universe.

Commemoration of Jack Winslow, Missionary, Evangelist, 1974 What will move you? Will pity? Here is distress never the like. Will duty? Here is a person never the like. Will fear? Here is wrath never the like. Will remorse? Here are sins never the like. Will kindness? Here is love never the like. Will bounty? Here are benefits never the like. Will all these? Here they be all, all in the highest degree.

He who opens a school door, closes a prison.

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on the foam--she 'as millions at 'ome, An' she pays us poor beggars in red.

Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.

I am not a member of any organized party--I am a Democrat.

Commitment becomes hysterical when those who have nothing to give advocate generosity, and those who have nothing to give up preach renunciation.

We often use strong language not to express a powerful emotion but to evoke it in us.

The free press is the mother of all our liberties and of our progress under liberty.

Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark, or the man afraid of the light?

When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.

They are able because they think they are able.

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.

Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven't half the strength you think they have.

Beware of him who hates the laugh of a child.

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.

If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.

When I was young I observed that nine out of every ten things I did were failures, so I did ten times more work.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.