And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound.

You hear that boy laughing?you think he's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.

The mark of a civilized man is his willingness to re-examine his most cherished beliefs.

It is very grand to die in harness, but it is very pleasant to have the tight straps unbuckled and the heavy collar lifted from the neck and shoulders.

I think that we should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe and believe to be fraught with death, unless they so imminently threaten immediate interference with the lawful and pressing purposes of the law that an immediate check is required to save the country.

Where we stand is not as important as the direction in which we are moving.