There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

After sixty years the stern sentence of the burial service seems to have a meaning that one did not notice in former years. There begins to be something personal about it.

A day's impact is better than a month of dead pull.

The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.

You commit a sin of omission if you do not utilize all the power that is within you. All men have claims on man and to the man with special talents this is a very special claim. It is required that a man take part in the actions and clashes of his time than the peril of being judged not to have lived at all.