No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man.

. . . the poor man, whom the law does not allow to take . . . a pair of shoes for his freezing feet, is allowed to put his hand into the pocket of the rich, and say, You shall educate me. . . .