Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.

Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

It was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled.