And it is still true no matter how old you are when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

There is only one thing for us to do and that is to do our level best right where we are every day of our lives To use our best judgment and then to trust the rest to that Power which holds the forces of the universe in his hands.

There's a victory and defeat the first and best of victories the lowest and worst of defeats which each man gains or sustains at the hands not of another but of himself.

Those who govern having much business on their hands do not generally like to take the trouble of considering and carrying into execution new projects. The best public measures are therefore seldom adopted from previous wisdom but forced by the occasion.

Infinite striving to be the best is man's duty it is its own reward. Everything else is in God's hands.

Wit is more necessary than beauty and I think no young woman ugly that has it and no handsome woman agreeable without it.

The real beauty of it - key to my life was playing key chords on a banjo. For somebody else it may be a golf club that mom and dad put in their hands or a baseball or ballet lessons. Real gift to give to me and put it in writing.

The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

Old hands soil it seems whatever they caress but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.