Knowledge is a mimic creation.

When the panting and thirsting soul first drinks the delicious waters of truth, when the moral and intellectual tastes and desires first seize the fragrant fruits that flourish in the garden of knowledge, then does the child catch a glimpse and foretaste of heaven.

But let a man know that there are things to be known, of which he is ignorant, and it is so much carved out of his domain of universal knowledge.

Deeds survive the doers.

In what pagan nation was Moloch ever propitiated by such an unbroken and swift-moving procession of victims as are offered to this Moloch of Christendom, intemperance.

Had I the power, I would scatter libraries over the whole land as the sower sows his wheatfield.

It is more difficult, and it calls for higher energies of soul, to live a martyr than to die one.