The Purely Great Whose Soul No Siren

Pride Of Origin, Whether High Or Low, Springs From The Same Principle In Human Nature; One Is But The Positive, The Other The Negative, Pole Of A Single Weakness.

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

And I Honor The Man Who Is Willing To Sink Half His Present Repute For The Freedom To Think, And, When He Has Thought, Be His Cause Strong Or Weak, Will Risk T' Other Half For The Freedom To Speak.

The Sentimentalist Does Not Think Of What He Does So Much As Of What The World Will Think Of What He Does.

To Genius Life Never Grows Commonplace.