Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change... [Truth's] mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

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