The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

And what they dare to dream of, date to do.

And I honor the man who is willing to sink half his present repute for the freedom to think, and, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t' other half for the freedom to speak.

Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.