Cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue.

Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.

The law of nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite.

Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space.

People destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance, at precisely the right moment.

The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness.