Slavery is no scholar, no improver; it does not love the whistle of the railroad; it does not love the newspaper, the mailbag, a college, a book or a preacher who has the absurd whim of saying what he thinks; it does not increase the white population; it does not improve the soil; everything goes to decay.

You will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it.

The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

Revolutions go not backward.

Perpetual modernism is the measure of merit in every work of art.

Crime and punishment grow out of one stem.

Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.