Under every deep a lower deep opens.

Conformity is the ape of harmony.

It takes a good deal of character to judge a person by his future instead of his past

Talent may frolic and juggle; genius realizes and adds.

Our friends early appear to us as representatives of certain ideas, which they never pass or exceed. They stand on the brink of the ocean of thought and power, but they never take a single step that would bring them there.

Our people are slow to learn the wisdom of sending character instead of talent to Congress. Again and again they have sent a man of great acuteness, a fine scholar, a fine forensic orator, and some master of the brawls has crunched him up in his hands like a bit of paper.

The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.