That we have but little faith is not sad, but that we have little faithfulness. By faithfulness faith is earned.

A name pronounced is the recognition of the individual to whom it belongs. He who can pronounce my name aright, he can call me, and is entitled to my love and service.

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

When will the world learn that a million men are of no importance compared with one man?

One can hardly imagine a more healthful employment, or one more favorable to contemplation and the observation of nature.

The authority of government . . . can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it.

The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.