Henry Watterson: “I have put up my last dollar south of the Potomac.” Then I went to the King of the transcontinental railways.”

From fakers who have cards up their sleeves, not to mention snakes in their boots, we hear a great deal about “the people,” pronounced by them as if it were spelled “pee-pul.” It is the unfailing recourse of the professional politician in…

It is love—love through grace of God—truth where we can find it—which shall irradiate the life that is.

Religion’s the only game whar you can’t lose.

But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow— That this worn-out old stuff which is thread-bare to-day Shall become everlasting to-morrow.