May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.
Rare benevolence, the minister of God.
I grow daily to honor facts more and more, and theory less and less.
Every man has a coward and hero in his soul.
Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.
Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?