Each nationality contains its centre of happiness within itself, as a bullet the centre of gravity.
The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.
What destiny sends, bear! Whoever perseveres will be crowned.
What of us lies in the hearts of others is our truest and deepest self.
As the shadow in early morning, is friendship with the wicked; it dwindles hour by hour. But friendship with the good increases, like the evening shadows, till the sun of life sets.
The working of revolutions misleads me no more; it is as necessary to our race as its waves to the stream, that it may not be a stagnant marsh. Ever renewed in its forms, the genius of humanity blossoms.