The endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.

History is a voice forever sounding across the centuries the laws of right and wrong. Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall, but the moral law is written on the tablets of eternity.

A person possessed with an idea cannot be reasoned with.

Where nature is sovereign, there is no need of austerity and self-denial.

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of daily business, so long as its clouds rise thick about us, forbid the intellect to fasten itself.

A single seed of fact will produce in a season or two a harvest of calumnies; but sensible men will pay no attention to them.

Crime is not punished as an offense against God, but as prejudicial to society.