What mankind wants is not talent; it is purpose.

It is, the most beautiful truth in morals that we have no such thing as a distinct or divided interest from our race. In their welfare is ours, and by choosing the broadest paths to effect their happiness we choose the surest and the shortest to our own.

Revenge is a common passion; it is the sin of the uninstructed.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

Tears are akin to prayer - Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.

Rarest of all things on earth is the union in which both, by their contrasts, make harmonious their blending; each supplying the defects of the helpmate, and completing, by fusion, one strong human soul.

A man of genius is inexhaustible only in proportion as he is always renourishing his genius.