What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

There have been many men who left behind them that which hundreds of years have not worn out. The earth has Socrates and Plato to this day. The world is richer yet by Moses and the old prophets than by the wisest statesmen. We are indebted to the past. We stand in the greatness of ages that are gone rather than in that of our own. But of how many of us shall it be said that, being dead, we yet speak?

The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.

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

The clearest window that ever was fashioned if it is barred by spiders' webs, and hung over with carcasses of insects, so that the sunlight has forgotten to find its way through, of what use can it be? Now, the Church is God's window; and if it is so obscured by errors that its light is darkness, how great is that darkness!

There is no part of government which cannot better suffer derangement than the ballot. If you strike the ballot with disease, it is heart disease.