What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?

there is no planet, sun, or star could hold you if you but knew what you are.

We owe to genius always the same debt, of lifting the curtain from the common, and showing us that divinities are sitting disguised in the seeming gang of gypsies and peddlars.

Books are the best of things if well used; if abused, among the worst. They are good for nothing but to inspire. I had better never see a book than be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system.

Not gold but only men can makeA people great and strong;Men who for truth and honors sakeStand fast and suffer long. Brave men who work while others sleep,Who dare while others flyThey build a nations pillars deepAnd lift them to the sky.

We do not yet trust the unknown power of thoughts.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.