Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, clog….

The histories which we have of the great tragedy give no idea of the general wretchedness, the squalid misery, which entered into every individual li….

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, lo….

... while the light burning within may have been divine, the outer case of the lamp was assuredly cheap enough..

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet..

You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it..

... I suppose that the party or sect which is to do any work in the world must breathe its own peculiar atmosphere, speak its own little patois, and ….

It has happened to me to meet many of the men of my day whom the world agreed to call great..

I have never seen an adequate description anywhere of the amazement, the uncomprehending horror of the bulk of the American people which preceded the….

It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at….

it is a mistake to talk of the twilight of age, or the blurred sight of old people. The long day grows clearer at its close, and the petty fogs of pr….

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread..

No man surely has so short a memory as the American..

War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums..

Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving t….

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heave….

The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay..

We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us..

North and South were equally confident that God was on their side, and appealed incessantly to Him..

You will find the poet who wrings the heart of the world, or the foremost captain of his time, driving a bargain or paring a potato, just as you woul….

Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil. As he grew up it was his duty as a Christia….