Manhood and sagacity ripen of themselves; it suffices not to repress or distort them.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

It is right to prefer our own country to all others, because we are children and citizens before we can be travellers or philosophers.

The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

There is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves.

It is always pleasant to be urged to do something on the ground that one can do it well.

It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.