Because we have only one (life) we go about blundering along him nervous haste.

John Hay on Lincoln: "He always worked with things as they were, while never relinquishing the desire to make them better.

John Hay indicates that dealing with people directly as a holder of political office "requires a stronger heart and a more obedient nervous system than I possess.

Good luck belongs to those who know how and are not afraid." John Hay to President Theodore Roosevelt

Behind those thick glasses (of TR's) was a man who did not blink.

John Hay points to our our history of getting lost in suffering when, "so close together were pain and antidote.

I like to introduce myself, because THEN I can get in all the facts." The usually self-deprecating John Hay on the ironic formality of signing his own commission as Secretary of State.

He had no desire to grandstand for his country or himself.

If he could be hard on kings and cabinets, he was invariably kind to his colleagues.

The Admiral so regrets failure, he cannot THINK of success.

In this slipshod age, we need object lessons in language and thought. – Edith Wharton on an address by John Hay

Take it easy, friend, " siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry w

I think every genius person has a bit of insanity.

Selfishness even binds many people, but blindly without having any liking for one another.

God desires to change us from the inside out. Renewing our minds, starving our self-destructive tendencies, and teaching us to form new habits.

What Marie Antoinette was to eighteenth-century France, Mary Pickford is to twentieth-century America.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

Love is a sudden revelation: a kiss is always a discovery

I don't think you need to dumb down to a child, you merely have to be clear, you know?

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.

Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.