Go out of the house to see the moon, and't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.

The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast. Its fit hour of activity is night. Its actions are insane like its whole constitution. It persecutes a principle; it would whip a right; it would tar and feather justice, by inflicting fire and outrage upon the houses and persons of those who have these. It resembles the prank of boys, who run with fire-engines to put out the ruddy aurora streaming to the stars.

We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing.

Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore

Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man, than anything which he said.