Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.

Wherever a man commits a crime, God finds a witness. Every secret crime has its reporter.

The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.

We cannot describe the natural history of the soul, but we know that it is divine. All things are known to the soul. It is not to be surprised by any communication. Nothing can be greater than it, let those fear and those fawn who will. The soul is in her native realm; and it is wider than space, older than time, wide as hope, rich as love. Pusillanimity and fear she refuses with a beautiful scorn; they are not for her who putteth on her coronation robes, and goes out through universal love to universal power.

The society of the energetic class, in their friendly and festive meetings, is full of courage, and of attempts, which intimidatethe pale scholar.

The essence of friendship is entireness, a total magnanimity and trust. It must not surmise or provide for infirmity. It treats its object as a god, that it might deify both.

One of our statesmen said, "The curse of this country is eloquent men."