Silence is more eloquent than words.

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

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

It is the feeling of injustice that is insupportable to all men.

A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.