The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage with which they face the challenges of life

Souls of poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern, / Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? / Have ye tippled drink more fine / Than mine host's Canary wine?

The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thought and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains.

I think 'Hail to the Chief' has a nice ring to it.

A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.

This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor