In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.

Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever!