The light has gone out of my life.
If a man does not have an ideal and try to live up to it, then he becomes a mean, base and sordid creature, no matter how successful.
I feel as fit as a bull moose.
There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism.
One of our defects as a nation is a tendency to use what have been called “weasel words.”
The White House is a bully pulpit.
Speak softly, I’m getting my massage.
Freemasonry teaches not merely temperance, fortitude, prudence, justice, brotherly love, relief, and truth, but liberty, equality, and fraternity, and it denounces ignorance, superstition, bigotry, lust tyranny and despotism.
Gradually the true Mason gains experience in using these working tools and can observe subtler and subtler indications of personal flaws.
It’s not having been in the Dark House, but having left it that counts.
I have no business to feel downcast or querulous merely because when so much as been given me I have not had even more.
More and more, as it becomes necessary to preserve the game, let us hope that the camera will largely supplant the rifle.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work must no longer be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits.
The modern naturalist must realize that in some of its branches his profession, while more than ever a science, has also become an art.
Not trying is the surest way of achieving nothing at all.
There is nothing brilliant or outstanding in my record, except perhaps this one thing. I do the things I believe ought to be done. And when I make up my mind to do a thing, I act.
I don’t go so far as to think that the only good Indians are dead Indians, but I believe nine out of ten are, and I shouldn’t like to inquire too closely into the case of the tenth.
Thank God for the iron in the blood of our fathers.
From the very beginning our people have markedly combined practical capacity for affairs with power of devotion to an ideal. The lack of either quality would have rendered the other of small value.
The six great gifts of an Irish girl are beauty, soft voice, sweet speech, wisdom, needlework, and chastity.