Truth is the nursing mother of genius.

Drudgery is as necessary to call out the treasures of the mind, as harrowing and planting those of the earth.

But the golden-rod is one of the fairy, magical flowers; it grows not up to seek human love amid the light of day, but to mark to the discerning what wealth lies hid in the secret caves of earth.

Spirits that have once been sincerely united and tended together a sacred flame, never become entirely stranger to one another's life.

Man tells his aspiration in his God; but in his demon he shows his depth of experience.

The mind is not, I know, a highway, but a temple, and its doors should not be carelessly left open.

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.