One of the tremendous evils of the world, is the monstrous accumulation of power in a few hands.

Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth.

The worst tyrants are those which establish themselves in our own breasts.

We never know a greater character unless there is in ourselves something congenial to it.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy the intercourse with superior minds.

I am a living member of the great family of all souls; and I cannot improve or suffer myself, without diffusing good or evil around me through an ever-enlarging sphere. I belong to this family. I am bound to it by vital bonds.

Perhaps in our presence, the most heroic deed on earth is done in some silent spirit, the loftiest purpose cherished, the most generous sacrifice made, and we do not suspect it. I believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude, whose names are never heard.