All who joy would win - Must share it - happiness was born a twin |
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. |
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. |
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people. |
An old man / With an old soul, and both extremely blind. |
And having wisdom with each studious year, in meditation dwelt, with learning wrought, and shaped his weapon with an edge severe, sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. |
And hold up to the sun my little taper. |
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep |
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, / Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! |
And when we think we lead, we are most led. |
And wrinkles (the damned democrats) won't flatter |
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade |
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses -- that man your navy, and recruit your army -- that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people. |
Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! |
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. |