For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly.

There is no eloquence without a man behind it.

The years teach much which the days never know.

The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.

We learn geology the morning after the earthquake, on ghastly diagrams of cloven mountains, upheaved plains, and the dry bed of the sea.

Let us leave hurry to slaves.