In the last analysis civilization itself is measured by the way in which children will live and what chance they will have in the world
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
Only in hindsight do we understand how God intended a problem for good.
The present age delights in unearthing a great man's secrets; for one thing because we like to temper our admiration and also perhaps we have a vague hope of finding a clue to genius in such "revelations.
Friends are nations in themselves.
I think the secret of my light, quick, foot strike is related to the fact that I have fragile feet.