Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glitte…

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

In spite of so many stubborn lies, at every moment, at every opportunity, the truth comes to light, the truth of life and death, of my solitude and my bond wit…

Truth lies within a little and certain compass, but error is immense.

The worst of our institutions, in its worst aspect, cannot keep down energy, truthfulness, and earnest struggle for the right.