There are days when the great are near us, when there is no frown on their brow, no condescension even; when they take us by the hand, and we share their thought.

Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.

The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.

In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.

The first thing a great person does is make us realize the insignificance of circumstance.

Sport is the bloom and glow of a perfect health. The great will not condescend to take anything seriously; all must be as gay as the song of a canary, though it were the building of cities, or the eradication of old and foolish churches and nations, which have cumbered the earth long thousands of years.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.