There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

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

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?