Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood or appreciated.

When we see a special reformer we feel like asking him, What right have you, sir, to your own virtue? Is virtue piecemeal?

If the vast and the spiritual are omitted, so are the practical and the moral.

We are like travellers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs. Whilst we see that it always stands ready to clothe what we would say, we cannot avoid the question whether the characters are not significant of themselves.

The sermon which I write inquisitive of truth is good a year after, but that which is written because a sermon must be writ is musty the next day.

Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.

Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.