The measure of progress of civilization is the progress of the people.

Sedition is bred in the lap of luxury and its chosen emissaries are the beggared spendthrift and the impoverished libertine.

Ennui is the desire of activity without the fit means of gratifying the desire.

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.

Not in vain has Lincoln lived, for he has helped to make this republic an example of justice, with no caste but the caste of humanity.

The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the infinite. Like truth and justice, it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law, it is a companion of the soul.