Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

Men's thoughts and opinions are in a great degree vassals of him who invents a new phrase or re-applies an old epithet. The thought or feeling a thousand times repeated becomes his at last who utters it best.

Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.

Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.