Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode.

Will mankind never learn that policy is not morality,--that it never secures any moral right, but considers merely what is expedient? chooses the available candidate,--who is invariably the devil,--and what right have his constituents to be surprised, because the devil does not behave like an angel of light? What is wanted is men, not of policy, but of probity,--who recognize a higher law than the Constitution, or the decision of the majority.

People seldom hit what they do not aim at.

The coward wants resolution, which the brave man can do without. He recognizes no faith above a creed, thinking this straw by which he is moored does him good service, because his sheet anchor does not drag.

I do not know but thoughts written down thus in a journal might be printed in the same form with greater advantage than if the related ones were brought together into separate essays.

How can he remember well his ignorance - which his growth requires - who has so often to use his knowledge?