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

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.