Pride is both a virtue and a vice.

The duty of labor is written on a man's body: in the stout muscle of the arm,, and the delicate machinery of the hand.

I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one. . . . But from what I see I am sure it bends toward justice.

Want and wealth equally harden the human heart, as frost and fire are both alien to the human flesh. Famine and gluttony alike drive away nature from the heart of man.

There never was a great truth but it was reverenced; never a great institution, nor a great man, that did not, sooner or later, receive the reverence of mankind.

What sad faces one always sees in the asylums for orphans! It is more fatal to neglect the heart than the head.

I look through the grave into heaven.