Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, are the beadles and guardsmen that hold us to Common Sense.

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.

Never utter the truism but live it among men.

Insist on your life, never imitate... do that which is assigned to you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

I remember the thought which occurred to me when some ingenious and spiritual foreigners came to America, was, Have you been victimized in being brought hither?--or, prior to that, answer me this, "Are you victimizable?