Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

The Bible is the truest utterance that ever came by alphabetic letters from the soul of man, through which, as through a window divinely opened, all men can look into the stillness of eternity, and discern in glimpses their far-distant, long-forgotten home.

History is a great dust heap.

The end of man is action.

A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.

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

Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!