What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

Undoubtedly, in the most brilliant successes, the first rank is always sacrificed.

The man of genius knows what he is aiming at; nobody else knows. And he alone knows when something comes between him and his object. In the course of generations, however, men will excuse you for not doing as they do, if you will bring enough to pass in your own way.

Genius is not a retainer to any emperor.

A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it, than by the woods and swamps that surround it.

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

I do not believe there are eight hundred human beings on the globe.