The genuine essence of truth never dies.

He that has done nothing has known nothing.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth, is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

The true university of these days is a collection of books.

In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.

In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment.

Poverty, we may say, surrounds a man with ready-made barriers, which if they do mournfully gall and hamper, do at least prescribe for him, and force on him, a sort of course and goal; a safe and beaten, though a circuitous, course. A great part of his guidance is secure against fatal error, is withdrawn from his control. The rich, again, has his whole life to guide, without goal or barrier, save of his own choosing, and, tempted, is too likely to guide it ill.