The miser, starving his brother's body, starves also his own soul, and at death shall creep out of his great estate of injustice, poor and naked and miserable

Love of truth will bless the lover all his days; yet when he brings her home, his fair-faced bride, she comes empty-handed to his door, herself her only dower.

It is vain to trust in wrong; as much of evil, so much of loss, is the formula of human history.

All the spaces between my mind and the mind of God are full of truths waiting to be crystallized into laws for the government of the masses.

Humanity is the sin of God

Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.

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