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

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

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.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.