Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!

Young Feller, You Will Never Appreciate The Potentialities Of The English Language Until You Have Heard A Southern Mule Driver Search The Soul Of A Mule.

Every Idea Is An Incitement. It Offers Itself For Belief, And If Believed It Is Acted On Unless Some Other Belief Outweighs It Or Some Failure Of Energy Stifles The Movement At Its Birth. The Only Difference Between The Expression Of An Opinion And An Incitement Is The Speaker's Enthusiasm For The Result.

Most Of The Things We Do, We Do For No Better Reason Than That Our Fathers Have Done Them Or Our Neighbors Do Them, And The Same Is True Of A Larger Part Than What We Suspect Of What We Think.

Why Should You Row A Boat Race? Why Endure The Long Months Of Pain In Preparation For A Fierce Half Hour That Will Leave You All But Dead? Does Anyone Ask The Question? Is There Anyone Who Would Not Go Through All The Costs, And More, For The Moment When Anguish Breaks Into Triumph Or Even For The Glory Of Having Nobly Lost? Is Life Less Than A Boat Race? If A Man Will Give The Blood In His Body To Win The One, Will He Spend All The Might Of His Soul To Prevail In The Other?