While We Read History We Make History.

Every Great Crisis Of Human History Is A Pass Of Thermopylae, And There Is Always A Leonidas And His Three Hundred To Die In It, If They Can Not Conquer.

The New Year Begins In A Snow-storm Of White Vows.

Heroes In History Seem To Us Poetic Because They Are There. But If We Should Tell The Simple Truth Of Some Of Our Neighbors, It Would Sound Like Poetry.

For Nature Makes Women To Be Won, And Men To Win.

I Think That To Have Known One Good, Old Man-one Man, Who, Through The Chances And Mischances Of A Long Life, Has Carried His Heart In His Hand, Like A Palm-branch, Waving All Discords Into Peace-helps Our Faith In God, In Ourselves, And In Each Other More Than Many Sermons