A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

The city is recruited from the country.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.

The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature.

It is one soul which animates all men.

The true test of civilization is not the census, nor the size of cities, nor the crops - no, but the kind of man the country turns out.