I don't like these cold, precise, perfect people, who, in order not to speak wrong, never speak at all, and in order not to do wrong, never do anything.

When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce.

The worst thing in this world, next to anarchy, is government.

The tree is but a huge boquet.

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

A man should fear when he only enjoys what good he does publicly. Is it not the publicity rather than the charity he loves? Is it not vanity, rather than benevolence, that gives such charities?

Sorrow makes men sincere.