Caution and conservatism are expected of old age; but when the young men of a nation are possessed of such a spirit, when they are afraid of the noise and strife caused by the applications of the truth, heaven save the land! Its funeral bell has already rung.

Ignorance is the womb of monsters.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

The gravest events dawn with no more noise than the morning star makes in rising. All great developments complete themselves in the world and modestly wait in silence, praising themselves never, and announcing themselves not at all. We must be sensitive, and sensible, if we would see the beginnings and endings of great things. That is our part.

Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

THERE are joys which long to be ours.