The one thing finished in this hasty world.

The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

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

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

We cannot but think there is something like a fallacy in Mr. Buckle's theory that the advance of mankind is necessarily in the direction of science, and not in that of morals.

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.