Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

Nature has not implanted any power in man that was not meant to be exercised at times, though too often our powers have been abused.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

Let America first praise mediocrity even, in her children, before she praises... the best excellence in the children of any other land.

The western spirit is, or will yet be (for no other is, or can be) the true American one.

But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

Father Mapple paused a little; then kneeling in the pulpit's bows, folded his large brown hands across his chest, uplifted his closed eyes, and offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.