History is full, down to this day, of the imbecility of kings and governors. They are a class of persons much to be pitied, for they know not what they should do.

Society has really no graver interest than the well-being of the literary class.

Every known fact in natural science was divined by the presentiment of somebody, before it was actually verified.

Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of beat.

Happy will the house be in which the relationships are formed from character.

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible.