Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.

How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.

With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things in this so surprising world strike me with more surprise. Two little visual spectra of men, hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the midst of the unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very soon, make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder; whirl around, and simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism, explode one another into dissolution; and, offhand, become air, and non-extant--the little spitfires!

In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

One must verify or expel his doubts, and convert them into the certainty of Yes or NO.