Man, it is not thy works, which are mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.

A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!

A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.

No conquest can ever become permanent which does not show itself beneficial to the conquered as well as to the conquerors.

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.