A mob cannot be a permanency: everybody's interest requires that it should not exist, and only justice satisfies all.

[W]e pity our fathers for dying before steam and galvanism, sulphuric ether and ocean telegraphs, photograph and spectrograph arrived, as cheated out of their human estate.

Wisdom has its root in goodness, not goodness its root in wisdom.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

...most men have bound their eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion. This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, authors of a few lies, but false in all particulars. Their every truth is not quite true. Their two is not the real two, their four not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us, and we know not where to begin to set them right.

Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

If you have a nation of men who have risen to that height of moral cultivation that they will not declare war or carry arms, for they have not so much madness left in their brains, you have a nation of lovers, of benefactors, of true, great, and able men.