Everyone believes that he abounds in wisdom, but is short of money.

There is a moment in the history of every nation, when . . . the perceptive powers reach their ripeness and have not yet become microscopic: so that man, at that instant . . . with his feet still planted on the immense forces of night, converses by his eyes and brain with solar and stellar creation.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

The ideas of things intellectually known pass into the substance of the intellect much more than do foods into the substance of the body.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?