His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

Old gold has a civilizing virtue which new gold must grow old to be capable of secreting.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

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

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

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few; Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.