Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,--not only dust and stones, but errors and lies.

Remarkable trait in the American Character is the union, not very infrequent, of Yankee cleverness with spiritualism.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

America is a country of young men.

I will not hide my tastes or aversions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.

A just thinker will allow full swing to his scepticism. I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling into my inkpot.... We are of different opinions at different hours, but we always may be said to be at heart on the side of truth.