The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.

The most miserable pettifogging in the world is that of a man in the court of his own consciences.

Not that which men do worthily, but that which they do successfully, is what history makes haste to record.

There is nothing that is so wonderfully created as the human soul. There is something of God in it. We are infinite in the future, though we are finite in the past.

In regard to the great mass of men, anything that breaks the realm of fear is not salutary, but dangerous; because it takes off one of the hoops that hold the barrel together in which the evil spirits are confined.

A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself, and a mean man, by one lower than himself.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.