I would if I could.

The wise man questions the wisdom of others because he questions his own, the foolish man, because it is different from his own.

is the household divinity which, discharging its function, nourishes, cherishes, quickens the whole body, and is indeed the foundation of life, the source of all action.

Your every voter, as surely as your chief magistrate, exercises a public trust.

A celebrity is someone who works hard all his life to become known and then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognised.

If a man should happen to reach perfection in this world, he would have to die immediately to enjoy himself.

God answers knee-mail.

Flowers are words Which even a babe may understand.

The Texas 'redistricting' has outed Tom Delay.

Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.

True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.

I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? A dry jest, sir. Are you full of them? Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.

The income tax has made more liars out of the American people than golf has. Even when you make a tax form out on the level, you don't know when its through, if you are a crook or a martyr.

In this spacious isle I think there is not one But he hath heard some talk of Hood and Little John, Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.

Keep cool; anger is not an argument. -Daniel Webster.

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements is a definite symptom of maturity.

Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

Burly, dozing humblebee, Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek. I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone!