Man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.

In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.

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

The Past is dead, and has no resurrection; but the Future is endowed with such a life, that it lives to us even in anticipation. The Past is, in many things, the foe of mankind; the Future is, in all things, our friend. In the Past is no hope; The Future is both hope and fruition. The Past is the text-book of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free. Those who are solely governed by the Past stand like Lot's wife, crystallized in the act of looking backward, and forever incapable of looking before.

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