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

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

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.

Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind; and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.