Wisdom has its root in goodness, not goodness its root in wisdom.

Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.

What is addressed to us for contemplation does not threaten us, but makes us intellectual beings.

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

Today is a king in disguise.

We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?

Nature, through all her kingdoms, insures herself.