You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.

For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!

all mankind, not excluding Americans, are sinners--miserable sinners, as even no few Bostonians themselves nowadays contritely respond in the liturgy.

For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.

Doesn't the devil live forever; who ever heard that the devil was dead? Did you ever see any person wearing mourning for the devil?

A book in a man's brain is better off than a book bound in calf - at any rate it is safer from criticism.

Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.