Every Human Being Is A Volume, Worthy

A Clear Thought, A Pure Affection, A Resolute Act Of A Virtuous Will, Have A Dignity Of Quite Another Kind, And Far Higher Than Accumulations Of Brick And Granite And Plaster And Stucco, However Cunningly Put Together.

Mistakes And Errors Are The Discipline Through Which We Advance.

Grandeur Of Character Lies Wholly In Force Of Soul, That Is, In The Force Of Thought, Moral Principle, And Love, And This May Be Found In The Humblest Condition Of Life

To Extinguish The Free Will Is To Strike The Conscience With Death, For Both Have But One And The Same Life.

The Office Of Government Is Not To Confer Happiness, But To Give Men The Opportunity To Work Out Happiness For Themselves.