The destroyer of weeds, thistles, and thorns is a benefactor whether he soweth grain or not.

He who commends the brutalities of the past, sows the seeds of future crimes.

Is not the history of real civilization the slow and gradual emancipation of the intellect, of the judgment, from the mastery of passion? Is not that man civilized whose reason sits the crowned monarch of his brain - whose passions are his servants?

If the world ever advances beyond what it is today, it must be led by men who express their real opinions.

If upon this earth we ever have a glimpse of heaven,it is when we pass a home in winter, at night,and through the windows, the curtains drawn aside,we see the family about the pleasant hearth; the old lady knitting; the cat playing with the yarn;the children wishing they had as many dolls or dollars or knivesor somethings, as there are sparks going out to join the roaring blast;the father reading and smoking, and the clouds rising like incense from the altar of domestic joy.I never passed such a house without feeling thatI had received a benediction.

If we should put god in the Constitution there would be no room left for man.

The undressed is vulgar; the nude is pure, and the well-dressed tainted.