History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.

History shows that the majority of people that have done anything great have passed their youth in seclusion.

The best effect of any book is that it excites the reader to self activity.

Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.