The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.

I find the name of Jesus Christ written on the top of every page of modern history.

If reason is a universal faculty, the decision of the common mind is the nearest criterion of truth.

The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.

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

The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.

The public is wiser than the wisest critic.