A character is like an acrostic or Alexandrian stanza; - read it forward, backward, or across, it still spells the same thing.

Men grind and grind in the mill of a truism, and nothing comes out but what was put in. But the moment they desert the tradition for a spontaneous thought, then poetry, wit, hope, virtue, learning, anecdote, and all flock to their aid.

The whole constitution of property on its present tenures, is injurious, and its influence on persons deteriorating and degrading.

War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.

Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.