The tavern will compare favorably with the church. The church is the place where prayers and sermons are delivered, but the tavernis where they are to take effect, and if the former are good, the latter cannot be bad.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

It takes a man of genius to travel in his own country, in his native village; to make any progress between his door and his gate.

In our daily intercourse with men, our nobler faculties are dormant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect nobleness from us. Though we have gold to give, they demand only copper.

It makes no odds where a man goes or stays, if he is only about his business.

We should treat our minds, that is, ourselves, as innocent and ingenuous children, whose guardians we are, and be careful what objects and what subjects we thrust on their attention.

Give me a country where it is the most natural thing in the world for a government that does not understand you to let you alone.