The ancients understood the regulation of power better than the regulation of liberty.

The machine has had a pernicious effect upon virtue, pity, and love, and young men used to machines which induce inertia, and fear, are near impotent.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

We can only write well about our sins because it is too difficult to recall a virtuous act or even whether it was the result of good or evil motives.

It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which is regarded as a malignant tumor in the imagination.

Everything ultimately fails, for we die, and that is either the penultimate failure or our most enigmatical achievement.

I would rather take hellebore than spend a conversation with a good, little man.