Skepticism is slow suicide.

One of our statesmen said, "The curse of this country is eloquent men."

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.

The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.

Why should I cumber myself with regrets that the receiver is not capacious? It never troubles the sun that some of his rays fall wide and vain into ungrateful space, and only a small part on the reflecting planet. Let your greatness educate the crude and cold companion.

The paid wealth which hundreds in the community acquire in trade, or by the incessant expansions of our population and arts, enchants the eyes of all the rest; the luck of one is the hope of thousands, and the bribe acts like the neighborhood of a gold mine to impoverish the farm, the school, the church, the house, and the very body and feature of man.

That is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual; the wise man wonders at the usual.