Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.

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

When a happy person comes into the room, it is as if another candle has been lit.

Though we love goodness and not stealing, yet also we love freedom and not preaching.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other, and thus makes him necessary to society. ... Society can never prosper, but must always be bankrupt, until every man does that which he was created to do.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.

Tis a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth.