The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

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.

Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.

Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.

The civil authority, or that part of it which remained faithful to their trust and true to the ends of the covenant, did, in answer to their consciences, turn out a tyrant, in a way which the Christians in aftertimes will mention with honor, and all tyrants in the world look at with fear.