How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.

Once turn to practice, error and truth will no longer consort together.

Universal history, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.

The true past departs not, no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die; but all is still here, and, recognized or not, lives and works through endless change.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

The greatest event for the world is the arrival of a new and wise person.

Does it ever give thee pause that men used to have a soul? Not by hearsay alone, or as a figure of speech, but as a thruth that they knew and acted upon. Verily it was another world then, but yet it is a pity we have lost the tidings of our souls. We shall have to go in search of them again or worse in all ways shall befall us.