If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them.

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.

The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.