Man's moral nature is a riddle which only eternity can solve.

It is an unfortunate discovery certainly, that of a law which binds us where we did not know before that we were bound.

I quietly declare war with the State, after my fashion, though I will still make use and get advantage of her as I can, as is usual in such cases.

Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also in prison, the only house in a slave State in which a free man can abide with honor. They do not know how much truth is stronger than error, nor how much more eloquently and effectively he can combat injustice who has experienced a little in his own person. If the alternative is to keep all just men in prison, or give up war and slavery, the State will not hesitate which to choose.

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.

Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants enhance the beauty of the landscape!

Improve every opportunity to be melancholy.