The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

A wise man travels to discover himself.

Where Church and State are habitually associated, it is natural that minds, even of a high order, should unconsciously come to regard religion as only a subtler mode of police.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.