Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.

Publicity is the very soul of justice. It is the keenest spur to exertion, and the surest of all guards against improbity.

What is it that should trace the insuperable line? ...The question is not, Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?

Among the several cloudy appellatives which have been commonly employed as cloaks for misgovernment, there is none more conspicuous in this atmosphere of illusion than the word Order.

The question is not can animals speak but can they suffer.

Is it possible for a man to move the earth? Yes; but he must first find out another earth to stand upon.

In the mind of all, fiction, in the logical sense, has been the coin of necessity;—in that of poets of amusement—in that of the priest and the lawyer of mischievous immorality in the shape of mischievous ambition,—and too often both priest and lawyer have framed or made in part this instrument.