hard, rocky land of New England, or the gorgeous profusion of the Southern States."—H. B. Stowe.
"One thing remains yet to be done, which perhaps is of the greatest concern of all, and that is, that you, my countrymen, refute this adversary of yours yourselves, which I do not see any other means of your effecting than by a constant endeavor to outdo all men's bad words by your own good deeds."—Milton.
"Yet, however blinded that assembly may be, by their intemperate rage for unlimited domination, so to slight justice and the opinion of mankind, we esteem ourselves bound, by obligations of respect to the rest of the world, to make known the justice of our cause."—Dickinson.
"But time advances: facts accumulate; doubts arise. Faint glimpses of truth begin to appear, and shine more and more unto the perfect day. The highest intellects, like the tops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn. They are bright, while the level below is still in darkness. But soon the light, which at first illuminated only the loftiest eminences, descends on the plain, and penetrates to the deepest valley. First come hints, then fragments of systems, then defective systems, then complete and harmonious systems. The sound opinion, held for a time by one bold speculator, becomes the opinion of a small minority, of a strong minority, of a majority of mankind. Thus the great progress goes on, till school-boys laugh at the jargon which imposed on Bacon, till country rectors condemn the illiberality and intolerance of Sir Thomas More."—Macaulay.
"Be of hope! Already streaks of blue peer through our clouds; the thick gloom of ignorance is rolling asunder, and it will be day. Mankind will repay with interest their long-accumulated debt: the anchorite that was scoffed at will be worshipped; the fraction will become not an integer only, but a square and cube."—Carlyle.
"Footprints that perchance some other
Struggling on life's stormy main,
Some forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, may take heart again."—Longfellow.
"That it might flame far and wide through the earth, and many a disconsolately wandering spirit be guided thither to a brother's bosom!"—Carlyle.
"The saddest of all words are, 'My people perish for want of knowledge.'"—Chateaubriand.
