The little wind that hardly shook The silver of the sleeping brook Blew the gold hair about her eyes,-- A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop, An all the wanton ringlets loop Behind her dainty ear--emprise Of slow event and many sighs.

The conqueror is regarded with awe; the wise man commands our respect; but it is only the benevolent man that wins our affection.

It's astonishing how well the worse reason looks when you try to make it appear the better.

I wish you to believe whatever you think is true, at any and every cost.

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.

I know, indeed, of nothing more subtle satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from a fine physical state. It cannot be bought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward.