Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.

How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

The disposition to give a cup of cold water to a disciple is a far nobler property than the finest intellect. Satan has a fine intellect, but not the image of God.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.

People naturally despise a dependant.

The difficulty is to know conscience from self-interest.