No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies.

The universe is a vast system of exchange. Every artery of it is in motion, throbbing with reciprocity, from the planet to the rotting leaf.

There is no tariff so injurious as that with which sectarian bigotry guards its commodities. It dwarfs the soul by shutting out truths from other continents of thought, and checks the circulation of its own.

Truth is new, as well as old. It has new forms; and where you may find a new statement, an earnest statement, you may conclude that by the law of progress it is more likely to be a correct statement than that which has been repeated for ages by the lips of tradition.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

It is difficult to believe that a true gentleman will ever become a gamester, a libertine, or a sot.