Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

It Takes Me Several Days, After I Get Back To Boston, To Realize That The Reference "the President" Refers To The President Of Harvard And Not To A Minor Official In Washington.

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.

To Know Is Not Less Than To Feel.

Men Must Turn Square Corners When They Deal With The Government.