Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes.

Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us.

In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men's thinking.

The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast. Its fit hour of activity is night. Its actions are insane like its whole constitution. It persecutes a principle; it would whip a right; it would tar and feather justice, by inflicting fire and outrage upon the houses and persons of those who have these. It resembles the prank of boys, who run with fire-engines to put out the ruddy aurora streaming to the stars.

The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness.

The world we live in is but thickened light.

Let none presume to measure the irregularities of Michael Angelo or Socrates by village scales.