Ambition has no rest.

The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.

The more I think of a people calmly developing, in regions excluded from our sight and deemed uninhabitable by our sages, powers surpassing our most disciplined modes of force, and virtues to which our life, social and political, becomes antagonistic in proportion as our civilisation advances - the more devoutly I pray that ages may yet elapse before there emerge into sunlight our inevitable destroyers.

Not in the knowledge of things without, but in the perfection of the soul within, lies the empire of man aspiring to be more than man.

Faith builds in the dungeon and lazarhouse its sublimest shrines; and up, through roofs of stone, that shut out the eye of heaven, ascends the ladder where the angels glide to and fro,--prayer.

No reproach is like that we clothe in a smile, and present with a bow.

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.