Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

Nearly all literature, in one sense, is made up of guide-books. Old ones tell us the ways our fathers went, through the thoroughfares and courts of old; but how few of those former places can their posterity trace, amid avenues of modern erections; to how few is the old guide-book now a clew! Every age makes its own guide-books, and the old ones are used for waste paper.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.