Shallow men believe in luck.
Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.
Truth is beautiful within and without, forevermore.
Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
Preaching is the expression of moral sentiments applied to the duties of life.
I do not see how a barbarous community and a civilized community can constitute a state. I think we must get rid of slavery or we must get rid of freedom.