The sermon which I write inquisitive of truth is good a year after, but that which is written because a sermon must be writ is musty the next day.

There are days when the great are near us, when there is no frown on their brow, no condescension even; when they take us by the hand, and we share their thought.

A man makes inferiors his superiors by heat; self-control is the rule.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

Men do what is called a good action, as some piece of courage or charity, much as they would pay a fine in expiation of daily non-appearance on parade. Their works are done as an apology or extenuation of their living in the world. I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life.

It is not the irregular hours or irregular diet that makes the romantic life.

In old Egypt, it was established law, that the vote of a prophet be reckoned equal to a hundred hands. I think it was much under-estimated.