Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

It was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled.