A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.

A creature undefiled by the taint of the world, unvexed by its injustice, unwearied by its hollow pleasures; a being fresh from the source of light, with something of its universal lustre in it. If childhood be this, how holy the duty to see that in its onward growth it shall be no other!

Not peace at any price! Chains are worse than bayonets.

Don't buy a single vote more than necessary.

Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.

He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.

The sharp employ the sharp.