Life is girt all round with a zodiac of sciences, the contributions of men who have perished to add their point of light to our sky. ... These road-makers on every hand enrich us. We must extend the area of life and multiply our relations. We are as much gainers by finding a property in the old earth as by acquiring a new planet.

What potent blood hath modest May.

Our thinking is a pious reception.

When its errands are noble and adequate, a steamboat bridging the Atlantic between Old and New England, and arriving at its ports with the punctuality of a planet, is a step of man into harmony with nature.

Every man is a channel through which heaven floweth.

Shallow men believe in luck.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.