Do not so contemplate eternity that you waste today.
I liked the thought that the book I was now holding had been held by dozens of others.
They all start competing against Lincoln as the greatest president. And the [library] building becomes the symbol, the memorial to that dream.
He (William Howard Taft) had little patience with the unconscious arrogance of conscious wealth and financial success.
I think with Lyndon Johnson, the most important thing I learned was that he never had the sense of security that comes from inside. It always depended on other people making him feel good about himself, which meant that he was always beholden, continually needing to succeed. He could never stop. There was such a restlessness in him.
Those who knew Lincoln described him as an extraordinarily funny man. Humor was an essential aspect of his temperament. He laughed, he explained, so he did not weep.
An adult friend of Lincoln's: "Life was to him a school.
My cat can eat a whole watermelon.
Stay in school kids or you'll end up being an umpire.
Only fools and passengers drink at sea.
You will make the boy Thief king?" he [Nahuseresh] said. "When you could have had me?" Attolia allowed a slight smile. "A fine revenge for the loss of a hand," said the Mede, close to snarling. "I will have my sovereignty," said Attolia thinly. "Oh, yes, a fine one-handed figurehead he will make," spat Nahuseresh. Then he remembered Attolia's flattery earlier that morning. "Or do I insult your lover?" he asked. "Not a lover," said Attolia. "Merely my choice for king.