Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!

The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.

Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.