May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

Speech is great, but silence is greater.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, could ever compel the soul of man to believe or to disbelieve: it is his own indefeasible light, that judgment of his; he will reign and believe there by the grace of God alone!

A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.