Death, In Its Silent Sure March Is

Sir, If You Ever Presume Again To Speak Disrespectfully Of General Grant In My Presence, Either You Or I Will Sever His Connection With This University.

My Experiences Of Men Has Neither Disposed Me To Think Worse Of Them Nor Be Indisposed To Serve Them: Nor, In Spite Of Failures Which I Lament, Of Errors Which I Now See And Acknowledge, Or The Present Aspect Of Affairs, Do I Despair Of The Future. The Truth Is This: The March Of Providence Is So Slow And Our Desires So Impatient; The Work Of Progress So Immense And Our Means Of Aiding It So Feeble; The Life Of Humanity Is So Long, That Of The Individual So Brief, That We Often See Only The Ebb Of The Advancing Wave And Are Thus Discouraged. It Is History That Teaches Us To Hope.

Duty Is The Sublimest Work In The English Language.

Marry...into A Family That Will Enable Your Children To Feel Proud Of Both Sides Of The House.

Wisdom Is Nothing More Than Healed Pain.