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.

For every one hundred men who can stand adversity there is only one who can withstand prosperity.

Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.

If those gentlemen would let me alone I should be much obliged to them. I would say, as Shakespeare would say... Sweet Friend, for Jesus sake forbear.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.

Literature is the thought of thinking souls.