The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

There needs not a great soul to make a hero; there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin; that will be a great soul!

In our wide world there is but one altogether fatal personage, the dunce,--he that speaks irrationally, that sees not, and yet thinks he sees.

Imperfection clings to a person, and if they wait till they are brushed off entirely, they would spin for ever on their axis, advancing nowhere.

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History Books!

All greatness is unconscious, or it is little and naught.