Liberty sustains the same relation to mind that space does to matter.

Epithets are not arguments. Abuse does not persuade.

Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity.

And why does this same God tell me how to raise my children when he had to drown his?

The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet unselfish act is now a perfumed flower.

Shakespeare was an intellectual ocean, whose waves touched all the shores of thought; within which were all the tides and waves of destiny and will; over which swept all the storms of fate, ambition and revenge; upon which fell the gloom and darkness of despair and death and all the sunlight of content and love, and within which was the inverted sky lit with the eternal stars -- an intellectual ocean -- toward which all rivers ran, and from which now the isles and continents of thought receive their dew and rain.

Liberty a word without which all other words are vain.