Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.

History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature, his earliest expression of what may be called thought.

It is a fact which escapes no one, that, generally speaking, whoso is acquainted with his worth has but a little stock to cultivate acquaintance with.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

Macaulay is well for awhile, but one wouldn't live under Niagara.

The modern majesty consists in work. What a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by doing it.

A very sea of thought; neither calm nor clear, if you will, yet wherein the toughest pearl-diver may dive to his utmost depth, and return not only with sea-wreck but with true orients.