Happy is he who has laid up in his youth, and held fast in all fortune, a genuine and passionate love of reading.

We have built no temple but the Capitol. We consult no common oracle but the Constitution.

Knowledge is power as well as fame.

Anything more low, obscene, feculent, the manifold heaving's of history have not cast up. We shall come to the worship of onions, cats and things vermiculite.

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

The courage of New England was the courage of conscience. It did not rise to that insane and awful passion, the love of war for itself.

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I keep step to the music of the Union.