There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

Not a change for the better in our human housekeeping has ever taken place that wise and good men have not opposed it-have not prophesied that the world would wake up to find its throat cut in consequence.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

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

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.