Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.
In every era going back to Lincoln with Frederick Douglass, presidents talk to those that were leading at that time.
If Charlton Heston can have a constitutional right carry a rifle, why can’t grandma have a constitutional right to health care?
As I stood and gave the eulogy for young Michael Brown last week, I kept thinking about the fact that this child should have been in college instead of laying in a coffin.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
You don’t need any indictment in order to arrest someone; probable cause is sufficient to arrest civilians, so it must be enough to arrest police.
As a kid who grew up chubby, I just marveled at the fact that I could be thin.
To that movement, consecrated by religious principle, sustained by an awful sense of justice, and cheered by the brightest hopes of future good, all our powers, talents, and attainments are devoted.
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
I could take all the cartoons in the tabloid newspapers, but I couldn’t take my daughter punching me in the belly and asking why I was so fat. That was my inspiration to lose the weight. And probably the last time anyone hurt my feelings.