Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.

We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.