The press is the fourth estate of the realm.

Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.

Tell a person they are brave and you help them become so.

What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

The glory of a workman, still more of a master workman, that he does his work well, ought to be his most precious possession; like the honor of a soldier, dearer to him than life.

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

Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more important far than they all.