Let honesty be as the breath of thy soul; then shalt thou reach the point of happiness, and independence shall be thy shield and buckler, thy helmet and crown; then shall thy soul walk upright, nor stoop to the silken wretch because he hath riches, nor pocket an abuse because the hand which offers it wears a ring set with diamonds.

Is there anything men take more pains about than to render themselves unhappy?

Never contradict anybody.

Private property...is the creature of society and is subject to the calls of that society even to the last farthing.

Getting it done is my reward.

There will be sleeping enough in the grave.

To the generous mind the heaviest debt is that of gratitude, when it is not in our power to repay it.