Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement; and if a story is told of more than common interest, ennui is sure to have its joy in adding embellishments. If hours did not hang heavy, what would become of scandal?

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.

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.

Institutions may crumble and governments fall, but it is only that they may renew a better youth, and mount upwards like the eagle.

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

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

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