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.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

We honor the rich because they have externally the freedom, power, and grace which we feel to be proper to man, proper to us.

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

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?

Put God in your debt. Every stroke shall be repaid. The longer the payment is with-held, the better for you; for compound interest on compound interest is the rate and usage of this exchequer.