Trouble Makes Us One With

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Stupidity Often Saves A Man From Going Mad.

The Very Aim And End Of Our Institutions Is Just This: That We May Think What We Like And Say What We Think.

Don't Be 'consistent,' But Be Simply True.

Yes, Child Of Suffering, Thou May'st Well Be Sure He Who Ordained The Sabbath Loves The Poor!