Nature never rhymes her children, nor makes two men alike. When we see a great man, we fancy a resemblance to some historical person, and predict the sequel of his character and fortune, a result which he is sure to disappoint. None will ever solve the problem of his character according to our prejudice, but only in his high unprecedented way.

Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.

Every man's condition is a solution in hieroglyph to those inquiries he would put. He acts it as life before he apprehends it as truth.

By the irresistible maturing of the general mind, the Christian traditions have lost their hold.

The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.