We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

The modern majesty consists in work. What a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by doing it.

The block of granite which was an obstacle in the pathway of the weak, became a stepping-stone in the pathway of the strong.

Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account.

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.

A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.