We can build universities, tax the people to support them and furnish the best curriculum on God’s dirt, but we can’t make something out of a nonentity.
When a girl is seventeen and is introduced to a young man, she asks, “Who is he?” At twenty-two she asks, “What is he?” and at thirty-five she cries, “For God’s sake, where is he?”
If I had lived in Napoleon’s day I would have followed his star for he could hit the ball.
You can hear more curbstone, barbershop and livery stable theology in this city today than ever before.
All some men are fit for is to make one more when the census count is taken.
The man who has nothing but money is the poorest man on earth.
It’s the false ideal that strews this world with wrecks.
SUNDAY’S TRIBUTE TO THE HOLIDAYS.
“I’m glad we celebrate the Fourth of July, when we can uncork our enthusiasm and shoot firecrackers and eat peanuts and drink red lemonade, for it makes us realize that we are living in the greatest nation that man’s eye ever saw or God’s hand ever made. I’m glad we have Labor day, when the man who toils can have a holiday of his own. I’m glad we celebrate Easter to commemorate the time when the Son of Man arose in conquering majesty. I’m glad we celebrate Thanksgiving, when we sit at our sumptuously laden tables and recall that as a nation we have never gone to bed hungry and that our granaries have never been empty, and reflect that we have one state that can raise corn enough to feed us all. America can feed the world. I pay tribute to the man with the dinner bucket, with bundles of muscle that knot like steel. All these days are days of precious memories, days that make the nation strong and great, days that make us better men and women.”