History is the essence of innumerable biographies.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?

He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.

It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.