Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.

The lover of letters loves power too.

Teach that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake.

The moral equalizes all; enriches, empowers all. It is the coin which buys all, and which all find in their pocket. Under the whipof the driver, the slave shall feel his equality with saints and heroes.

Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.

Genius is its own end.