The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.

There is a destiny in war, to which a brave man knows how to submit with the same courage that he faces his foes.

History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.

The sun had not risen, but the vault of heaven was rich with the winning, softness that "brings and shuts the day," while the whole air was filled with the carols of birds, the hymns of the feathered tribe.

The air, the water and the ground are free gifts to man and no one has the power to portion them out in parcels. Man must drink and breathe and walk and therefore each man has a right to his share of each.

We can all perceive the difference between ourselves and our inferiors, but when it comes to a question of the difference between us and our superiors we fail to appreciate merits of which we have no proper conceptions.

When men struggle for the single life God has given them ... even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood.