Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.