I do not think much of the good luck theory of self-made men. It is worth but little attention and has no practical value.

Let us render the tyrant no aid; let us not hold the light by which he can trace the footprints of our flying brother.

Our community belongs to us and whether it is mean or majestic, whether arrayed in glory or covered in shame, we cannot but share its character and destiny.

To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony.

It is the mission of the printer to diffuse light and knowledge by a judicious intermingling of black with white.

Right is of no sex, truth is of no color.

The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppose.