Fear God, and where you go men shall think they walk in hallowed cathedrals.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

Providence has a wild, rough, incalculable road to its end, and it is of no use to try to whitewash its huge, mixed instrumentalities, or to dress up that terrific benefactor in a clean shirt and white neckcloth of a student in divinity.

What you persist in doing gets easier. The task hasn't changed, but your ability to do it has increased.

If you would know what nobody knows, read what everybody reads, just one year afterwards.

The corruption of man is followed by the corruption of language. ... In due time, the fraud is manifest, and words lose all power to stimulate the understanding or the affections.