Honor lies in the mane of a horse.

It is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realise the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life.

You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.

The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvelous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

This divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.

The world's a ship on its voyage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.