Nothing is orderly till man takes hold of it. Everything in creation lies around loose.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

Many a man has been dined out of his religion, and his politics, and his manhood, almost.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

Do not be afraid because the, community teems with excitement. Silence and death are dreadful. The rush of life, the vigor of earnest men, the conflict of realities, invigorate, cleanse, and establish the truth.

There is nothing that a New-Englander so nearly worships as an argument.

Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven. By these tendrils we clasp it and climb thitherward. And why do we think that we are separated from them? We never half knew them, nor in this world could.