The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.

They who refuse education to a black man would turn the South into a vast poorhouse, and labor into a pendulum, necessity vibrating between poverty and indolence.

Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who possess it.

Adversity, if for no other reason, is of benefit, since it is sure to bring a season of sober reflection. People see clearer at such times. Storms purify the atmosphere.

Of all joyful, smiling, ever-laughing experiences, there are none like those which spring from true religion.

Experience is the mother of custom.

Nature holds an immense uncollected debt over every man's head.