All the crimes on earth do not destroy so many of the human race nor alienate so much property as drunkenness.

My praise shall be dedicated to the mind itself. The mind is the man, and the knowledge is the mind. A man is but what he knoweth. The mind is but an accident to knowledge, for knowledge is the double of that which is.

Fortitude is the marshal of thought, the armor of the will, and the fort of reason.

By indignities men come to dignities.

Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart.

But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a wilderness.

States, as great engines, move slowly.