Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct.

Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.

The press is the fourth estate of the realm.

Great men are the commissioned guides of mankind, who rule their fellows because they are wiser.

The age of miracles is forever here.

We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.

Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.