Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

Not brute force but only persuasion and faith are the kings of this world.

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it!

All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster's eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you.

The true eye for talent presupposes the true reverence for it.

Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.