Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.

For though consciences are as unlike as foreheads, every intelligence, not including the Scriptural devils who "believe and tremble" has one.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run

Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.