The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

What is the freedom of the most free? To do what is right!

When scholars study a thing, they strive to kill it first, if it's alive; then they have the parts and the'be lost the whole, for the link that's missing was the living soul.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.

What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance.

Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.