Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

A force as of madness in the hands of reason has done all that was ever done in the world.

An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.

The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.

Reality, if rightly interpreted, is grander than fiction.

No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.

One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?