In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a part of human institutions.

If you done it, it ain't bragging.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.