Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another and all against evil only.

Enjoying things which are pleasant; that is not the evil; it is the reducing of our moral self to slavery by them that is.

There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in idleness alone there is perpetual despair.

Give us, O give us the man who sings at his work! Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to any of those who follow the same pursuit in silent sullenness. He will do more in the same time . . . he will do it better . . . he will persevere longer. One is scarcely sensible to fatigue while he marches to music. The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres.

History is the distillation of rumour.

All reform except a moral one will prove unavailing.

Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another and all against evil only.