Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.

To tell men that they cannot help themselves is to fling them into recklessness and despair.

A person possessed with an idea cannot be reasoned with.

Justice without wisdom is impossible.

We live merely on the crust or rind of things.

The better one is morally the less aware they are of their virtue.

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.