Our very walking is an incessant falling; a falling and a catching of ourselves before we come actually to the pavement. It is emblematic of all things a man does.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

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

History is the new poetry.

A force as of madness in the hands of reason has done all that was ever done in the world.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.