Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music.

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.

Not gold, but only man can make a people great and strong; men who, for truth and honor's sake, stand fast and suffer long.

What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.

Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect.

Society is a hospital of incurables.

To make knowledge valuable, you must have the cheerfulness of wisdom.