The republic which sinks to sleep, trusting to constitutions and machinery, to politicians and statesmen, for the safety of its liberties, never will have any.

Neither do I acknowledge the right of Plymouth to the whole rock. No, the rock underlies all America: it only crops out here.

The press is the exclusive literature of the million; to them it is literature, church, and college.

The reformer is careless of numbers, disregards popularity, and deals only with ideas, conscience, and common sense. He feels, with Copernicus, that as God waited long for an interpreter, so he can wait for his followers.

Agitation is the atmosphere of the brains.

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

Health lies in labor, and there is no royal road to it but through toil.