Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
Some love to roam o’er the dark sea’s foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.
But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.
War in men’s eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory’s sake; – Wait a little longer.
Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
There ’s a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.