It is with men as with other things. The mullein needs only a year, but the oak a century, and the greatest men are those who have continued to grow as long as they have lived.

Intellect, without heart, is infinitely cruel. . . .

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud

Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God. While I have life, as long as I draw breath, I shall deny with all my strength, and hate with every drop of my blood, this infinite lie.

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.

An infinite personality is an infinite impossibility.

There will never be a generation of great men until there has been a generation of free women - of free mothers.