I read your piece on Plato. Holmes, when you strike at a king, you must kill him.

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.

Whatever limits us we call fate.

The energetic action of the times develops individualism, and the religious appear isolated. I esteem this a step in the right direction. Heaven deals with us on no representative system. Souls are not saved in bundles.

We go to Europe to be Americanized.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

In our Mechanics' Fair, there must be not only bridges, ploughs, carpenter's planes, and baking troughs, but also some few finer instruments,--rain-gauges, thermometers, and telescopes; and in society, besides farmers, sailors, and weavers, there must be a few persons of purer fire kept specially as gauges and meters of character; persons of a fine, detecting instinct, who note the smallest accumulations of wit and feeling in the bystander.