Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.

No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.

Sensitive people never like the fatigue of justifying their instincts.

O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!

I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.

Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, existing verdureless and stern because exist they must.