Locus communis ...

Ours was no different from the average home in that community. I shall not soon forget how the days began. First, we had a long Presbyterian prayer, that began in Indiana and ended in China. That was as far east as we had geographic knowledge. Then we had a teaspoonful of quinine and then we had breakfast. The years have gone by; prayer and the quinine have disapeared but, thank God, we have breakfast.

- Thomas R. Marshall, Recollections