The Same, the Same: friend and foe are of one stuff; the ploughman, the plough, and the furrow, are of one stuff; and the stuff is such, and so much, that the variations of form are unimportant.

O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.

More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism.

The unsaid part is the best of every discourse.

Everything is prospective, and man is to live hereafter. That the world is for his education is the only sane solution of the enigma.

All things are known to the soul.

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