It is not in vain that man speaks to man. This is the value of literature.

Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice.

The poet is he who can write some pure mythology today without the aid of posterity.

You may raise enough money to tunnel a mountain, but you cannot raise money enough to hire a man who is minding his own business.

The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology.

Of what use were it, pray, to get a little wood to burn, to warm your body this cold weather, if there were not a divine fire kindled at the same time to warm your spirit?