When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.

If the injustice is part of the necessary friction of the machine of government, let it go, let it go: perchance it will wear smooth

The cart before the horse is neither beautiful nor useful.

I had a classmate who fitted for college by the lamps of a lighthouse, which was more light, we think, than the University afforded.

The next time the novelist rings the bell I will not stir though the meeting-house burn down.

Tradition is a more interrupted and feebler memory.

The frontiers are not east or west, north or south, but wherever a man fronts a fact.