Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual

A wise man travels to discover himself.

It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.