Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.

Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.

Cowardice shuts the eyes till the sky is not larger than a calf-skin: shuts the eyes so that we cannot see the horse that is running away with us; worse, shuts the eyes of the mind and chills the heart.

Nature will not let us fret and fume. She does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds andwars. When we come out of the caucus, or the bank, or the abolition-convention, or the temperance-meeting, or the transcendental club, into the fields and woods, she says to us, "so hot? my little Sir.

We judge of man's wisdom by his hope.

Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.

We rail at trade, but the historian of the world will see that it was the principle of liberty; that it settled America, and destroyed feudalism, and made peace and keeps peace; that it will abolish slavery.