Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?

Of course, he who has put forth his total strength in fit actions, has the richest return of wisdom.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

Eloquence is the appropriate organ of the highest personal energy.

The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.

Be as beneficent as the sun or the sea, but if your rights as a rational being are trenched on, die on the first inch of your territory.