The true historical genius, to our thinking, is that which can see the nobler meaning of events that are near him, as the true poet is he who detects the divine in the casual; and we somewhat suspect the depth of his insight into the past who cannot recognize the godlike of to-day under that disguise in which it always visits us.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.

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

Though old the thought and oft exprest, Tis his at last who says it best.