Body cannot teach wisdom; God only.

There is properly no history, only biography.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

We might as easily reprove the east wind, or the frost, as a political party, whose members, for the most part, could give no account of their position, but stand for the defence of those interests in which they find themselves.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.

Remarkable trait in the American Character is the union, not very infrequent, of Yankee cleverness with spiritualism.