He is poor indeed that can promise nothing.

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

Treatpeople as if they were, what they ought to be andyou help them become what they are capable of being.

He who asks questions cannot avoid the answers.

The past is always dogging our heals, striving ceaselessly to banish the present.

Power consists in one's capacity to link his will with thepurpose of others, to lead by reason and a gift of cooperation.

If error is corrected whenever it is recognized as such,the path of error is the path of truth.

Past time is only eviil at a distance.

Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Repentance is the attempt of the inner man to return home after wonderful night out

A nation reveals itself not only by the men it honours, the men it remembers.