A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Men should soon make up their minds to be forgotten, and look about them, or within them, for some higher motive in what they do than the approbation of men, which is fame, namely, their duty; that they should be constantly and quietly at work, each in his sphere, regardless of effects, and leaving their fame to take care of itself.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.