A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

Give the slave the least elevation of religious sentiment, and he is not slave: you are the slave: he not only in his humility feels his superiority, feels that much deplored condition of his to be a fading trifle, but he makes you feel it too. He is the master.

The action of the soul is oftener in that which is felt and left unsaid than in that which is said in any conversation. It broods over every society, and men unconsciously seek for it in each other.

A man is known by the books he reads.

Poetry being ... when we look from the center outward.

Who makes and keeps the Jew or the Negro base, who but you, who exclude them from the rights which others enjoy?