Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

There Is Some Danger Lest There Be No Real Religion In The Heart Which Craves Too Much Daily Sympathy.

Tremble Not Before The Free Man, But Before The Slave Who Has Chains To Break.

Some Degree Of Expression Is Necessary For Growth, But It Should Be Little In Proportion To The Full Life.

We Doubt Not The Destiny Of Our Country That She Is To Accomplish Great Things For Human Nature, And Be The Mother Of A Nobler Race Than The World Has Yet Known. But She Has Been So False To The Scheme Made Out At Her Nativity, That It Is Now Hard To Say Which Way That Destiny Points.