War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.

No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.

And man's little Life has Duties that are great, that are alone great, and go up to Heaven and down to Hell.

Properly speaking, all true work is religion.

Generations are as the days of toilsome mankind; death and birth are the vesper and the matin bells that summon mankind to sleep and to rise refreshed for new advancement. What the father has made, the son can make and enjoy; but has also work of his own appointed him. Thus all things wax and roll onwards: arts, establishments, opinions, nothing is ever completed, but ever completing.