The soul gives unity to what it looks at with love.
Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier, and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality; and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free.
Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.
My books are friends that never fail me.
Biography is the most universally pleasant and profitable of all reading.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.