The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.

Heroes have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always playing the successful quack to the other.

A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus.

The civil authority, or that part of it which remained faithful to their trust and true to the ends of the covenant, did, in answer to their consciences, turn out a tyrant, in a way which the Christians in aftertimes will mention with honor, and all tyrants in the world look at with fear.

Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, altogether past calculation its powers of endurance.

Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

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!