Thirty millions, mostly fools.

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

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?

Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.

One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?

In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men--genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.