Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.

Most men would feel insulted if it were proposed to employ them in throwing stones over a wall, and then in throwing them back, merely that they might earn their wages. But many are no more worthily employed now.

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

The greatest and saddest defect is not credulity, but an habitual forgetfulness that our science is ignorance.

A lady once offered me a mat, but as I had no room to spare within the house, nor time to spare within or without to shake it, I declined it, preferring to wipe my feet on the sod before my door. It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil.

Write while the heat is in you.

We need only travel enough to give our intellects an airing.