Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible.

The measure of progress of civilization is the progress of the people.

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.

The best government rests on the people, and not on the few, on persons and not on property, on the free development of public opinion and not on authority.

Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement.

The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.

Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God himself, were it possible.