I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

Impulse is, after all, the best linguist; its logic, if not conformable to Aristotle, cannot fail to be most convincing.

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

I am engaged to Concord and my own private pursuits by 10,000 ties, and it would be suicide to rend them.

There is not so good an understanding between any two, but the exposure by the one of a serious fault in the other will produce a misunderstanding in proportion to its heinousness.

I am less affected by their heroism who stood up for half an hour in the front line at Buena Vista, than by the steady and cheerful valor of the men who inhabit the snow-plow for their winter quarters; who have not merely the three-o'-clock-in-the-morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest, but whose courage does not go to rest so early, who go to sleep only when the storm sleeps or the sinews of their iron steed are frozen.