Where there is a lull in truth an institution springs up.

All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

What would we not give for some great poem to read now, which would be in harmony with the scenery,--for if men read aright, methinks they would never read anything but poems. No history nor philosophy can supply their place.

We begin to praise when we begin to see a thing needs our assistance.

I lived in Judea eighteen hundred years ago, but I never knew that there was such a one as Christ among my contemporaries.

I suspect that, if you should go to the end of the world, you would find somebody there going farther, as if just starting for home at sundown, and having a last word before he drove off.

If we knew all the laws of Nature, we should need only fact, or the description of one actual phenomenon, to infer all the particular results at that point.