“ The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet. ”
Well, what was it to be a thief? He met the question at last, face to face, wiping the clammy drops of sweat from his forehead. God made this money - the fresh air, too - for his children's use. He never made the difference between poor and rich.
~ Rebecca Harding Davis
The note is the same, I fancy, be the octave high or low.
Reform is born of need not pity.
Our young people have come to look upon war as a kind of beneficent deity, which not only adds to the national honor but uplifts a nation and develops patriotism and courage.
